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cody stockton - house party remix lyrics

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[verse 1: cody stockton]
bad b-tches, lotta hoes
team rejoined, shows proposed
fertilizer, weed then grows
watered down, just by a hose
words on paper, i composed
read them loud, i suppose
dream real big, other sh-t don’t matter
nope, it’s all disposed
rolling on that peri winkle and that prada and that louis
motivated by music it brought me up and it just schooled me
potent weed on the table, just roll it up its strong and loud
f-cked up and i told my dealer no worries and i had no doubts
relate to me
they fake degrees
p-ssy n-gga that is fakery
blow this smoke, u see debris
gut a blunt like surgery
power to the player
we’re signing off the referee
discernment to the prayer
saints rising up that’s guaranteed
and we get it where we got it
no dividing up the profit
record my voice into an audit
record my voice into a product
the studio is like my office
used to have one in a closet
and i’m tired of this gossip
so i practice being honest
practice what they teach
always keep the peace
wen u hear the sirens
better know it’s the police
and now u broke probation
so your freedoms like a leash
third time, f-cked up again
and u keep slipping like some grease
got the wisdom, and got everyone’s attention
moving up like an ascension
while we faded, new dimensions
u speak my language, comprehend it, and it’s painless
u repent and we get famous
that’s the daily basic, latest
and it’s at its greatest, uh

[verse 2: matt mort]
sippin lean
smoking bud
that codeine in my plan man
smoking on that afghan
sell it by the half gram
zig zags
backpacks
a hater get the back hand
get up in your house and mark
your name up with a spray can
kicking -ss
taking names
rolling up these paper planes
k!lling all these little lames
got this loud in different strains
never gave no f-cks about those
b-tches and that paper
turnt up to the max
gave no f-cks about the neighbor
look at me(x2)
turnt up to the max ho(x2)
getting all these bank rolls(x4)
medical, medicinal
my rhymes ain’t really biblical
spitin lyrics up off the head
like it was my ritual
you like the number zero
though you really ain’t divisable
matter fact you worse than that
ya -ss is just invisible
in a he-rs-
face reversed
messin with the wrong boi
use your mama as the target
b-tch is just a decoy

[verse 3: kyle millllz]
yea
we on this remix game
turning tables way
this house be crazy
we should call up doctor chase
i party thru the night
then back to mommys place
then i ring my phone to say lets
go for days
bottles on the table
sl-tty b-tches in the living room
all this sh-t be fly as h-ll
like we all sitting on some brooms
-ssume i’m cool as h-ll cause i was fsu in day care school
my rate is thru the f-cking roof i f-cking ranked full metal proof
if you on my level think
i’m sure u took the elevator
white as vader
slicing haters
chopping off they middle fingers
(man f-ck those middle fingers)
i’m that type of f-cking kid that leaves
yo -ss behind my skid and if you ask
i’m doing me so don’t you ask its simple g
im pyhcopathic blocking maggots
macro minis serving has beens
been the sh-t and now you saggin
on the floor and i’m stuck braggin



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