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longathan – pods lyrics

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[intro: longathan]

hit the juul too much i got a buzz
sometimes i get nic sick just beca-a-ause
could not keep it in i had to cough
d-mn she went crazy she popped off

[chorus: longathan]

hit the juul too much i got a buzz (huh? bee)
sometimes i get nic sick just because (brratt!)
could not keep it in i had to cough (*cough cough*)
d-mn she went crazy she popped off (bop)
if i dont have pods i have withdrawals (yeaa)
if you touch my juul you gon get jawed (oww)
freeze you boi and then i let you thaw (burr!)
imma bend you over just like grandpa (back in my day…)

[verse 1: longathan]

man i need a charger
man i need it right now
northridge parking lot
pods all over the ground (bee!)
i can’t find my pods man
lost em all they weren’t found
if you took my pods man
imma put you in the ground
where the hell my pods at
i just might go buy some more
oh wait nevermind man
i just found them in my drawer (huh?)
wait, nevermind again
they are all empty
go to smoke it up for me
and get me plenty (brrat)
man i need juul pods
here is a coupon
two packs of mango
this ain’t digiorno
bring em’ to my front door
accelerando
bro i need em’ pronto
don’t tell my mom doe (huh?)
bring them to the bando
no one’s home come in bro
quickscoping on skidrow
pg/vg ratio
i don’t use tobacco
never creme brulee though
only hitting mango
i give my juul brain bro

[chorus: longathan]

hit the juul too much i got a buzz (huh? bee)
sometimes i get nic sick just because (brratt!)
could not keep it in i had to cough (*cough cough*)
d-mn she went crazy she popped off (bop)
if i dont have pods i have withdrawls (yeaa)
if you touch my juul you gon get jawed (oww)
freeze you boi and then i let you thaw (burr!)
imma bend you over just like grandpa

[verse 2: dockhol1day]

serving white or gimme tan
sliding door on the van
kitchen stove fryin’ pan
whippin’ pyrex you can call me snowman
underground plan, smuggled from the yucatán
goons on my back turn you into sand
young escobar but real noriega
call my burner cause you know i got your yayo
destination m-i-ayo
south beach i’m a fiend
dirty sprite never clean
first brick at 18
ak drum magazine
first the back alley
now i’m drug silicon valley
cut me off see my mustang and sally
momma g’s, 5 ki’s, that’s a 100 g’s
rollin’ 3’s, 12 on me
freeze trigger finger squeeze
gringo kingpin runnin’ round my life a movie
loadout glock 9, 30 clip, and the mini uzi
cocaine powder sniff feelin’ real spooky
makin line deals you can’t refuse me
godfather shit excuse me
40 grand a bird that’s a whole chicken
heard colonel sanders trap spot now that’s finger lickin’
mixin’ mixin’, whippin’ whippin’, heard the feds watching
balenciaga know i’m copping
forgi’s on the coupe that’s how i’m rockin’