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mjpaid & fordio – intoxicated lyrics

[intro]
(i love you, 20k)
(313 mafia)

[verse 1: mjpaid]
in a whip, i’m off a phone, intoxicated, driving (yeah)
ain’t the type to save a hoe, i play like my side b+tch
i got a pint, can’t wait to pour it open like a moshpit (yeah)
hey, i’m always honest, pop mr. johnson
i tell her i might settle down, but i won’t make a promise (yeah)
it’s f+cking with my mind, money always on my conscience
scoring drank while we in dallas, mj luka dončić
i like all my money blue, i chase it like im sonic
counting all my blessings, don’t be tryna count the problems
yeah, lil’ b+tch, she texting me, don’t see how you astonished
sh+t, everything is free, sound like coming out my pocket (yeah)
all my n+ggas, they too polished, every show we got, we rocking

[verse 2: fordio]
every run i get, i profit
sh+t, it’s a bad sip in my cup, gotta handle it with caution
i hit them stoves, then we ain’t locked in
nah, and i ain’t dealing with no sl+ts, cause my cup is more toxic
searching for scripts, i need a doctor, my cup is getting darker
my future getting brighter, been jugging since a minor
she think she a for lifer, i’m here for a one+nighter
went through a load, ain’t getting tired, still searching for a buyer
[verse 3: mjpaid]
i can tell this b+tch a liar, sh+t, sh+t
i just put a four up in my pop, this b+tch trifling
we got chop after chop on the block, sh+t like isis
why this b+tch keep telling me she love me, can’t define
i’ma keep pouring out the pints while i don’t feel nothing
we gon’ keep on loading up the same till the deal come (n+gga)
don’t be asking if i’m healed, i ain’t healed nothing
we gon’ keep on shooting out, ’cause we ain’t still up
make it in this sh+t, i can’t fake it in this sh+t
i hit her quick just for the checks, i play it crazy with the b+tch

[verse 4: fordio & mjpaid]
ship a load, i call a lamb once i activate the scent
ain’t put my trust into no hoes, rather geek and take some sips
strap your nuts and take a risk, you won’t get nowhere, you sick
this ain’t no vacation, b+tch, i’m getting paid off these trips
this site just updated, fire pieces, don’t know which to pick
six in the pop, can’t even recognize that it’s sierra mist (nah)
me and reed money clearing cars until they clip (gang)
the l’s i charge to the game, you’ll throw a fit (i swear)
hit stores with mj, used to ride on his peds
what i just pulled cost a arm and a leg
it ain’t bout dollars, then it don’t make sense (yeah)
blue cheese in my pocket, but in my cup, it’s red (it’s red)
(it ain’t bout dollars, then it don’t make sense)
(blue cheese in my pocket, but in my cup, it’s red)
n+gga
[outro]
(313 mafia)
(i love you, 20k)

- mjpaid fordio lyrics

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