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lawsy - under my tongue lyrics

[intro]
yeah (lawsy, pick up)

[chorus]
i’ve got this oxy under my tongue
i told her, “be ready,” i’m finna call an uber when i wanna f+ck
keep showin’ me up, annoyin’ ass b+tch, i’ve had enough
she rubbed on my d+ck, she thought it was a pint
i grab on her tits, she know i’ma f+ck
i like a b+tch that know how to f+ck
yo’ ex made a zip last a f+ckin’ month
if she f+ck with me, i pull up, get it done
i’m off them 30s, higher than the sun
what if that girl really had my son?
would it ruin my world or am i turnt up?
when these hoes actin’ crazy, gotta tell ’em, “shut up”
i’m high as f+ck sayin’, “she f+cked up”
she keep blowin’ this line, i won’t pick up
i’m drunk off wine, i’m pourin’ up

[verse]
leave me ‘lonе, baby
ayy, i know i’m f+cked but you know that you did wrong, baby
ayy, let’s throw thesе percocets back and just get along, baby
i swear that ass is so fat but i’ve got [mulan?], baby
ayy, throw these pills back, then throw up, then i nod off, baby
wake up, pop three percs, throw up
i don’t even feel sick, i feel numb
it’s gettin’ hard to deal with, i’m so done
got expensive ass habits for nothin’
this ho is spazzin’ on me, and for what?
i’m back in traffic, i run this sh+t up
d+mn, her ass clappin’, i’m tryna see somethin’
lil’ ho tryna [?], doin’ it a lot
had to put down the pills ’cause i fear i’m near dyin’
this’s clear attitude, don’t be k!llin’ my high
geeked up in the mornin’, i don’t know how
put the money on the floor, ain’t missin’ no flight
just poured up this four, baby, we don’t got pints
i don’t remember when i [?] to geek all night
i was thinkin’ get the faygo or sprite
i popped a pill, i don’t hit up no pint
b+tch, don’t get attached, i ain’t hittin’ it twice
if a b+tch was on b+lls, she could stay for the night
perc hittin’ like dope, b+tch, i high as the kite
once the flight boardin’, i’m poppin’ a xan
as soon as i landed, i was geekin’ again
i’m f+ckin’ with models, ain’t f+ckin’ with fans
pop a perc at one+sixty in the f+ckin’ lamb’ (lawsy, pick up)
[chorus]
i’ve got this oxy under my tongue
i told her, “be ready,” i’m finna call an uber when i wanna f+ck
keep showin’ me up, annoyin’ ass b+tch, i’ve had enough
she rubbed on my d+ck, she thought it was a pint
i grab on her tits, she know i’ma f+ck
i like a b+tch that know how to f+ck
yo’ ex made a zip last a f+ckin’ month
if she f+ck with me, i pull up, get it done
i’m off them 30s, higher than the sun
what if that girl really had my son?
would it ruin my world or am i turnt up?
when these hoes actin’ crazy, gotta tell ’em, “shut up”
i’m high as f+ck sayin’, “she f+cked up”
she keep blowin’ this line, i won’t pick up
i’m drunk off wine, i’m pourin’ up

- lawsy lyrics

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