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bojack (rap) - piss drunk lyrics

[chorus]
let’s go
it’s that boj worldwide, yeah, you already know that, b+tch
my hands occupied, she hold my d+ck while i p+ss
high up out my mind, i ain’t where the world is
see y’all on that bullsh+t, i wanna break my phone
sad to see, she was a f+ckin’ good one, till’ she turned hoe
sippin’ on that top shelf, lil’ b+tch, this ain’t no smirnoff
high and hot up off that f+ckin’ molly, take my shirt off

[verse]
ain’t no competition, i’m at war with myself
working up to get to heaven, right now i’m in h+ll
mind on drugs, not no business
you need to mind ya f+cking business
locked in the crib for a couple years, huh, ah, i been schizin
got the spins, i’m feeling dizzy
i ain’t even hit, but she still miss me
i ain’t even try, but we still winnin’
pints on the island of the kitchen
i know who i am, i don’t think it
it ain’t еasy, b+tch, it’s risky
you steady wondering why nothing happen with your lifе, you never listen
can’t put down the cup, my hands got a mind for themselves
f+cked up off these drugs, out my mind, i can’t tell what’s real
painting on her face, monument style
you don’t know where you got it from, b+tch, that’s my style
p+ss drunk, i ain’t done, everyday we celebrate
which one? my one, i don’t want no other way
they like stop the geek, go to sleep, it’s way too late
i can’t go to sleep, it’s way too much i gotta say
different lanes, went invented my own
sippin’ drank, gotta keep the pedals going
gothic b+tch, she always scoring, doctor think she gon’ die
under me she’ll be fine
run it up, can’t keep crying
run it up, i run it up until my legs break
i’m sipping codeine all day to heal the chest pain
keep on living everyday like it’s my last day
bad b+tches under me, i’m the sensei
[chorus]
let’s go
it’s that boj worldwide, yeah, you already know that, b+tch
my hands occupied, she hold my d+ck while i p+ss
high up out my mind, i ain’t where the world is
see y’all on that bullsh+t, i wanna break my phone
sad to see, she was a f+ckin’ good one, till’ she turned hoe
sippin’ on that top shelf, lil’ b+tch, this ain’t no smirnoff
high and hot up off that f+ckin’ molly, take my shirt off

- bojack rap lyrics

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