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kid suda - shake that bottle lyrics

[chorus]
i don’t sleep, no i don’t eat
all i do is tweak and geek
and shake that bottle (i shake, i shake)
i shake that bottle (i shake that bottle, baby)
what i’m tryna tell you homie, it ain’t no joke
man, i got some fire dope
cooking in that bottle (i shake, i shake)
i shake that bottle (bottle)

[verse 1]
yo!
i shake it up, burp it, p-ss it off to my homie
i’m wide-eyed, i’m geeked up and all the tweakers know that
i be shaking, baking, steady flipping sudafed to powder
sign off on my box, i got it ready in an hour
on time with my dope, blow your mind with that dope
flipping stacks, stacking paper, on the grind with that dope
all them fiends getting broker, but i’m getting richer
it’s a money-making thing, you get the f-cking picture
i got the bama in the palm of my hand
i got customers from huntsville all the way to to the ham
the economy is down, but my dope game’s up
dog, what you looking for, i prolly got it in the trunk dog
sweet home alabama, this the state that don’t sleep
meth mountain, got a doc-mentary on a&e
man, i love the heart of dixie, so i keep it spun out
y’all keep it shaking in the dirty dirty south
man

[verse 2]
i got some coleman camp fuel, cold pack, lye, lithium and pseudoephed
that’s my recipe to keep me from goin’ to bed
i smoke it to the head, the dope got me straight geeked
i don’t think i slept in three straight week’s
i’m peepin’ through the blind’s lookin’ for the bush monkey’s
all my homeboy’s are dope boy’s n’ needle junkie’s
trailer park chemist, dope boy swag
i got a half a pound of dope in a freezer bag
so whatcha want, whatcha need, i’ma hook it up
you get a gram of shake n’ bake for bout 100 bucks
them fed’s hate me but them dope hoe’s love me
when they were here every f-ckin’ body sayin’

[verse 3]
look
i’m straight up out the heart of walker county, alabama
trappin’ out my trailer man i’m walkin’ with that
swagga, slung a little dope got em hooked on syringe’s
now i got em tradin’ me their beamer’s and their benzez
run it throught the filter
then i hit it with the fire
one day i’ll shake enough dope to retire
anhydrous red dough, what the f-ck ya’ lookin’ for?
i’m stackin’ up my bread, man what the f-ck ya’ think i’m cookin’ for?
pete’s shake n’ bake is crackin’ back up on my reynold’s wrap
hit it couple times it’ll make you have a f-ckin’ heart attack
run to walgreen’s, and pick me up some pseudoephed
i swear to god we ain’t goin’ to bed, boy

[outro]
i shake that bottle, baby

- kid suda lyrics

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