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drew the alchemist - strawberriez lyrics

[intro]
what ya’ll want something to drink? you want some p-ssy?
not from these little strawberry b-tches you got up in here. i want my f-cking money, where the money at?

(verse 1: drew the alchemist)
strawberriez got me f-cked up
i’ve been to busy living, y’all be busy f-cking up
listen to the example given, give or take
ain’t never been one to take hoes out on a date, so high and munching, see you chilling and selling dope at the function
f-cking b-tches often
but d-mn
that sh-t was good
god d-mn
she worked the wood
like d-mn
you probably should
go ahead and lock her in, end this sh-t and being friends
ain’t something really that’s logical, give her lessons, give her practice
think of the sh-t that’s possible
go to her place, give her a lift, and have her riding dirty, she was strapped and cooling it out with fif-
fifty pounds of baking soda, vinegar, that’s you with her, and she a liar, caused the spark, that set ablaze, all her desires
no getting jaw f-cked though, this ain’t no through the wire
she trying get f-cked up, can’t really get much higher, so she hands it off to you, got me f-cked up like cleft lips, her ignorance smelling like cannabis and ear drips
too late to ditch her now, the stains been on the rug, and she ain’t even loyal, marcus doubling up her drugs
moving dirt and filling ditches, yo -ss has been busy with this thinking that you plowing the field, and you getting all the right b-tches, but what you don’t know, is that your field been layered with bad soil
try and pick the sh-t i promise the strawberriez gone come up spoiled
yup

[chorus]
strawberriez, strawberriez is the neighborhood hoe
x4

strawberriez got me f-cked up
or at least the 2.0’s
now if you didn’t know, fulfilling needs with a bl–dy nose, or a tab, weed, lean, sh-t, just about anything
only things that she won’t try, is heroin and amphetamines
and i mean, being sober personally feels better
and i mean, 10 dollars really ain’t worth the pleasure
and i mean, with a line of countless, complex problems pointless attending, i say, f-ck it to all of them
i will admit, that i have tried it more than once, apples don’t go far from trees, unless they picked up on the hunt
for all the born sinners and leaders, that stuck under the weather, with a steady paying wage, but f-ck college, they blow cheddar
and get better, with tolerance, and looking like they straight coming home, plus one, every night that’s been faced
until one day my pops caught on, like “where you at?”
had to act, like me being sober was for sure fact, got home later that night, surprising that he couldn’t tell
if i had doubled cupped, and f-cked around i’d probably be in h-ll
not just once
but probably twice
because my vice
would surely vise
my life would slip through the cracks, like codeine poured over ice
no liquor pouring, my body is warming, coughing out my guts
they on the ground, as you rolling up, is we f-cking b-tch or what?
but i swear i was no addict, pops had locked me in the addict
but the way these b-tches socialize, i swear they all an a-d-cked
immature, jolly ollie, speaking for all of them
360, the area code, they f-cked up, don’t be calling them

[chorus]
strawberriez, strawberriez is the neighborhood hoe
x4

[outro: drew the alchemist]
oh you mad huh? oh you mad huh? drew the alchemist. yup

- drew the alchemist lyrics

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