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easton serrano - al cohol. lyrics

[intro]
ooh (yeah, yeah, yeah)
hol’ up, i wanna have fun again
order up, order up, uh
order up, order up, uh

[verse 1]
e to the z, yeah i’m getting lucky
i’m crashing your pity party, this go out to everybody
yeah whether your hot topic or working for hot topic
get cooked like a hot pocket, i’m charged like a wall socket (zzz)
your income doesn’t grow when you playing nintendos
i know rappers like luigi who carry the d+mn poles
but a lot of y’all just yappers, who using the same flows (hate those)
zero goals and zero hoes, ez come
ez going harder than a b+tch, for that rich
slit your hand with the ice on your wrist (uh)
i could never miss, and i ain’t be making no sense, nuisance
no cents to your name, can you blame what you really gain?
’cause in this game, there’s no time to waste
so gun to waist, cause things could turn from hugs to hate (h t h)
h t h, that’s why i gotta move in haste
and kick these dumb lames off my place
bet you can’t relate (nuh uh)
you can’t, you’re late, already chose my fate
in this game, feed my fans so great
i pass the plate, and never let my pastor wait
getting ready when he open the gate, until then this the+ (mmm)
[refrain]
last call for alcohol
if i can even recall all you f+ckers who got recalled
singing on the mic’ like a christ’ carol, to cop a chrystler (skrrrt)
we sitting up in heaven watching castles fall
y’all isn’t giants, y’all is smaller than a piece of some adderall
i been adding all these songs to my catalog
while you steady f+cking up on yo bankroll
yeah, people wonder how i manage it all
well to be honest, kinda don’t, but i’m like “f+ck it” and ball (haha)

[verse 2]
people asking me what i could rhyme with “hawk tuah” (+spit+)
well if the streets worship me, i’m like the block buddah (uh)
and if your b+tch worship me, then i’mma c+ckle doo her (c+ck c+ck)
who you think you talkin’ to, huh? b+tch i’mma block you, uh
and have these words hitting harder than what a glock’ll do ya (bah bah)
just know you messin’ with, so much wit and intelligence
boosting up on my revelance, queer sh+t and elegance
giving rappers a friendly fade, more massive than elephants
more mass on my sentences, morass that i left
give ‘em more gas then fetishists, last laugh in the end cause it’s the+

[refrain 2]
last call for al cohol (bling!)
i’m like uncle al, way i’m not serious at all (ah)
music sh+t a drug, way i’m changing your psycholol (ah)
changing the cycle, lol
buying all dis swag when i shop at the mall (bling!)
sh+t i wish we ain’t lose kamal, but we is still standing tall
want us all to fall, but they gon’ see what we have in sto’
i’m hesitant to follow trends
so i’mma just start rhyming random sh+t until the song ends
[outro]
hippity bippity ribidi skibidi
enmity itsy bitsy titsi committe kitty glizzy (what the f+ck)
rizzy busy missy fizzy gritty gibby so giddy
city kiddie witty diddy forbid he
yeah it be ez+e

- easton serrano lyrics

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