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goldfacemoneywatch - drugs & shit lyrics

[sample]
what is this?
i step out for 10 minutes to get a script, i come back, you tell everybody i’m high?
look, relax, ok, i didn’t tell everybody, i just told dee, you can trust her, she’s not gonna say nothin’
he is high, look at him

[gfmw]
i don’t try to pr-nounce my words, cuz i can’t really do it no more
i don’t speak english forreal

okay okay yo
yo
[verse 1: gfmw]
okay i’m codeine sippin, rollin an trippin
i done ran thru 6 zips of golden teachers bruh
i be stuntin i be ridin around with a pack
ridin round with them acid tabs and them caps all in a bag
caps all in a bag, rags over my hands
bands all in my robbin’ jeans, they fallin out my pants
skates on me but i don’t rollerbladin’ i be holdin’ weight with that goldface that money watch be sangin
way to smoke a blunt while i’m smokin on a junt [joint]
and i’m smokin when i want cuz i make the world go run
i be makin it do flip [?] when i’m rippin sippin trippin hoe
i’m dj beatz off beat courtesy of pimpin’

[verse 2: kat]
so i’m turnin up the 40
post em up for shawty, [?]
drunk than a mothaf-ckin philly turnt up cuz it’s a westside party
so i smoke two bags of gr-ss, rolled em back to back, mowed a half a sack, throwed up after that
first time trippin off a whole a half a caps, throne to tap the gl-ss [?], chillin now im chillin
and i float like acrobats, and i’m high like aeroplanes
eyes low from cataracts, so i’m off that mary jane
and i’m feelin good, feelin’ great, west side of it, where i stay
home grown grandaddy purp in the yard, that’s what i call it, real estate
the green is gr-ssier on my side
i’m smokin on some sh-t you only seen in high times
all my homies sayin’ kat you f-ckin fried bruh
this is your brain on drugs, wipe your mind up

[verse 3: gfmw]
ye ain’t fried bruh, audio be trippin, but
i done might be, i been le-le-leakin’ all them avatar tabs
rip silk road, i got tabs for the low, dawg, you can hit my phone

aye hit my phone
[verse 4: kat]
hit my jack while it’s goin’ for a low number
i get the packs out fast, call me road runner
b-tch we got it all from dro to molly acid lollypops and drops so shop with us if money’s what ya f-ckin’ talk

[verse 5: gfmw]
i’m on mdma
at the cmas
i be in tennessee, posted movin’ gs and 8ths
i’m pourin acid on a cop an then watch em cop
sayin’ f-ck the drug law then get off my block

[verse 6: kat]
lucy, honey, i’m home, mind spinnin’ like a cyclone, f-ck it i’m gone
geeked the f-ck up give me no uppers got my mind gone
screamin’ motherf-ck the feds
and the tapped iphone

[dub drop]

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