london yellow - adddtra lyrics
[intro: dad & london yellow]
this sh+t sounds so bad, it’s ’bout to be lo+fi as f+ck though
are you recording right now?
yeah, f+ck this song
i don’t even (n+gga) know this yellow london guy ’til now (what the f+ck is you smokin’ on, n+gga?)
this is kinda sketchy (we on that sh+t)
2018
it might be 19
i don’t remember, n+gga, i’m high
n+gga
[chorus: london yellow & dad]
(b+tch) i smoke a adddtra, adddtra, adddtra
(yadida) i smoke a adddtra, adddtra, adddtra
we smell adddtra, adddtra, adddtra
i smoke a adddtra, adddtra, adddtra
adddtra, adddtra, adddtra, adddtra
adddtra, adddtra, adddtra, adddtra
i smoke a adddtra, adddtra, adddtra
i smoke a adddtra, adddtra, adddtra
i’m smokin’ adddtra, adddtra, adddtra
adddtra, adddtra, adddtra, adddtra (adddtra)
adddtra, adddtra, adddtra, hey
adddtra, adddtra, adddtra, smells good
smoke weed (brrr), adddtra
adddtra, adddtra, adddtra, adddtra (yummy)
adddtra, adddtra, adddtra, adddtra
(b+tch) smokin’ on adddtra, adddtra, adddtra
[verse 1: london yellow & dad]
(adddtra) smokin’ on that a+d+d+d+t+r+a, uh
when did, when the f+ck is we gettin’ into the late, uh
(yadida) y’all don’t really hit ’em when i’m tryin’ to debate, uh
hoes be on my d+ck for no reason, i f+ckin’ ayy
(wow) i sip on that bop, whip when i walk
suck on her titties, ticklе my c+ck
hundreds and fifties, don’t got no job
i just make vidеos, y’all be on call (zoom)
i’m doin’ her fiddle with my pickle when it tickles (ooh)
me and all my n+ggas on bullsh+t to keep it simple
i got people on my phone who used to treat me like a nickel
now i giggle when i see them, probably bubble like a pimple (yuh)
b+tch i get nectar like lego blocks
bounce the dax and l!ck on my c+ck (suck my, suck my)
root for designer, a ghost what i rock
do what i want, and i don’t give a f+ck
[chorus: london yellow]
i smoke a adddtra, adddtra, adddtra
(b+tch!) i smoke a adddtra, adddtra, adddtra (hey!)
i smell adddtra, adddtra, adddtra
i smoke a adddtra, adddtra, adddtra
i smell adddtra, adddtra, adddtra
i smoke a adddtra, adddtra, adddtra
i smoke a adddtra, adddtra, adddtra (okay!)
i smoke a adddtra, (yuh) adddtra, adddtra
i smoke a adddtra, adddtra, adddtra
i smoke a adddtra, adddtra, adddtra
adddtra, adddtra, adddtra, okey
adddtra, adddtra, adddtra, smells good
(smoke weed) adddtra, adddtra, adddtra
adddtra, adddtra, adddtra, adddtra
adddtra, adddtra, adddtra, adddtra
(b+tch) smokin’ on adddtra, adddtra, adddtra
[verse 2: dad]
to my face, to myself, adddtra top shelf (adddtra)
she gimme all of her wealth, and then i go stealth
b+tch don’t make me take off me belt
i’m so smacked, i don’t know how the f+ck to act
i smoke the adddtra top to wax
all the thrax, yadida yeah
i’m the dad, choppin’ the grass
come to my ass and i’m hidin’ the stash
wrote on the window, “i gotta ash”
i wanna smash, she want a dad, then i gotta dash
what is you tryna get into? (yadida)
i want a brief lil interview (grrr)
i wanna breach your inner tubes
eat up my kids like dinner, ooh (yuh)
[outro: dad]
she got the adddtra, it’s a mood
i’m so high on gorilla glue
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