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jose guapo - don't like 2 admit lyrics

[hook: quavo]
i guess you can say i’m a dope fiend
i guess you can say i’m a dope fiend
i guess you can say i’m a dope fiend
i guess you can say i’m a dope fiend
i guess you can say i’m a dope fiend
i guess you can say i’m a dope fiend
i guess you can say i’m a dope fiend
i guess you can say i’m a dope fiend
i don’t like to admit to that sh-t
i don’t like to admit to that sh-t
i don’t want to admit to that sh-t
i don’t want to admit to that sh-t
i don’t like to admit to that sh-t
i don’t like to admit to that sh-t
i don’t want to admit to that sh-t
i don’t want to admit to that sh-t

[verse 1: quavo]
geeked up in the beamer
swerving past, feeling serena
jewelry sick, got the measles
pull up on t’s for a teaspoon
pop a perky for a fever
cookie got me having weasels
i gave a b-tch amnesia
i bought my rolex from a freezer
make my wrist have a seizure
my hoe she so cold, no keisha
pop a molly ‘cause i need her
i told my ho it’s geek season
take a xan on a flight
waking up in the midnight
hit the hen, we ‘bout to fight
smoke a blunt, we gonna ride tonight
i’m geeking, i’m stuck like a fire hydrant
i’m sweating, i think i’m dehydrated
give me the blunt, n-gg- i light it
you complaining just like a lil cry baby
pour a four of act, it’s tasting amazing
when i pop a molly i might get you pregnant
i’m having seals like i’m part of the navy
i’m a drug -n-lyst, quavo skip bayless

[verse 2: jose guapo]
they like to call me lil dope fiend
i’m addicted to codeine
i like to smoke out the backwoods
we ‘bout to roll up some more weed
after i f-ck on this lil bitty b-tch, she gon’ need her a new weave
i picture so dirty, i’m on morphine
we poppin’ pills like it’s protein
i can’t get caught with no thot
i f-ck and i’m kicking her out
i let her boot up on the molly
now she got d-ck in her mouth
my cup is so dirty and i’m popping xans
you don’t get high, you don’t understand
you know i’m gon’ lie if i’m on the stand
i be getting high with my lady friend
i can’t even keep my composure
i mix that lean with my sodas
i text a b-tch to come over
i be too high to roll over
we gon’ hot box in a rover
no you can’t lean on my shoulder
i was so high when we talked ‘bout what we talked ‘bout
i forgot what i told ya

[verse 3: offset]
i don’t want to admit to the dope that i sell
i’m scared of the feds and i’m scared you might tell
got bricks stashed up in the trunk in my chevelle
dope on my scale, this the story i tell
i got some shooters, kaka out they rugers
addicted to trappin’ like why f-ck with roofies?
light up the gas and the air gets polluted
rollin’ rollin’ with the yellow diamonds like i looted
i was 17, made a rack off that dope
when i was 19, made a knot from a fork
20 years old, seen my granddaddy snort
when you serving that blow people turn into ghosts
that’s that good dope, call it [?]
scr-ping that pot, scr-pe that pot, i get in them
i trap that boy and that girl, different genders
i got them chicken biscuits, mrs. winters
ran off with his pack, i told him come get it
when i get to trapping, i’m focused, committed
i’m a drug addict, i hate to admit it
my diamonds from elliot, not talking missy
neighborhood crips in the vip with me, nipsey
p-ssy boy, bombaclot, heard you was hissy
that boy from out of town, he not from the city
he come in once a month and drop off a ticket

- jose guapo lyrics

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