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koolbenja - avocados lyrics

[intro: lil spliffie]
ayy

[hook: lil spliffie]
that girl wearin’ them glasses talkin’ ’bout all of my d+ck it be 3d
certified, certified f+ckboy, yeah, i keep playin’ with these bihs like matuidi
didn’t know that was your girl, why you tryna come fight everytime you see me?
choppa go, “fa+fa+fa+fah,” that was your boy, he dead, he bleedin’
oh, no, i don’t know you, n+gga, you not my homie
pay me what you owe me or all of your hoes get lonely
i keep poppin’ these boys, can’t find my sleep, i need some 40
i keep poppin’ these boys, can’t find my sleep, i need some 40!

[verse 1: koolbenja]
pull up on your side, don’t care i got a pass or not
if we pull up side by side we’ll see you got the sauce or nah
and this sh+t i’m ’bout to light gon’ make me like an astronaut
and right after we pass spliffs, we gon’ go ‘head and pass your thot
no, i ain’t scared of death, (scared) but i don’t wanna die (nope)
see a lot of dead faces when i close my eyes (when i close)
yeah, they wanted to see me dead, but i caught ’em by surprise (on god!)
all i do is manifest while these n+ggas fantasize, fantasize, yeah (yeah, yeah)
[verse 2: lil spliffie]
i super skinny my jean when i walk with a tec (yeah!)
slide with the stick, we keep pullin’ up, we spray (spray)
d+ck in this b+tch because she was a ten (what?)
slide with the stick, we keep pullin’ up, we spray (spray)
see it, i like it, i cop it today (yes)
speak to me, be ’bout the guap, talkin’ ’bout the cash
you know i ain’t come here to play

[verse 3: koolbenja]
hey, lil’ missy, how you like the city?
if you ain’t busy, we’ll go cruisin’ through the evening
shouts my n+gga, spliffie, yeah, we outchea gettin’ iffy
yeah, i only tell true stories, got no fiction, i get litty, yeah

[post+hook: lil spliffie & koolbenja]
yeah, slide on your ass lil’ b+tch, (yeah, yeah) yeah, pull up we choppin’ his head (slatt)
yeah, slide on your ass lil’ b+tch, (yeah, yeah) yeah, pull up we choppin’ his head (slatt)
yeah, slide on your ass lil’ b+tch, (yeah, yeah) yeah, pull up we choppin’ his head (slatt)
+mumbling+ (yeah, yeah, slatt)
[verse 4: lil spliffie]
yeah, (yeah, pull up) pull up with stick then we choppin’ his head
alicia—play with the key, i’m in these streets with these racks
play, b+tch, keep doublin’ the ass, told the b+tch throw that sh+t back and she beepin’
hoe gettin’ shot with this stick if you playin’… [?]

[verse 5: koolbenja]
yeah, (whew, yeah) yeah (slatt)
put a chrome machine to your head (dead)
if you talkin’ sh+t, we off your head (head)
and if she like a cold machine, inside she dead, yeah (yeah!)
she know what time it is, she pullin’ up in a whim
she lookin’ fine as sh+t, she fill up her jean but she slim
i’m walkin’ on water, i feel like a pimp, she pull up and suck on my d+ck, and she dip
she need me to spend all my guap, i told her, “vacate,” you know i ain’t come here to play

[outro: lil spliffie]
that girl wearin’ them…
didn’t know that was your…

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