oliver francis – cloudboys (pineapple juice ❤ パイナップル) lyrics
[verse 1]
follow the blood trail
watch it lead to the mud
carnage a bloodshed
pro’lly take ya’ life
pack an 8th in the pipe
[?] rape for your wife
rap game seppuku
’cause you disgrace in the mic
you fat b-tch!
smokin’ cannabis with jennifer aniston
sleepin’ on the force like anakin off a ambien
mad when charlie manson is marryin’–
[bridge]
f-ck!
[verse 2]
meet me in the garden at midnight
as a samurai, i ride by the sword
to live or die as a lore
do not attempt to befriend me
i keep hattori hanzō steel
and that clip never empty
it’s glow gang
or you can headb-tt a unicorn
two black glocks and blood-soaked police uniforms
keep that pineapple juice in my cup
top back marijuana trees in the blunt
screamin’ two liters lean
and a pair of adidas cleats we scuffin’
two seater beam and the marijuana trees we puffin’
its nothin’, cousin, you buckin’, go ahead and fall back
it’s ridiculous how stuffed the swisher is
fat black b-tches who suck a d-ck with a viciousness
black actresses who lactate with milk and sh-t
wax as crooked as children without their ritalin
yo, sippin’ slow will make you weak at the knees
chillin’ with a bad b-tch
she half j-panese
droppin’ marijuana trees in my swisher sweet please
on a white sand beach
i’ma get this mr. p, ah
cj, she wanna have a three-way
rollin’ in the whip
gettin’ head on the freeway
blunt to my lips while the b-tch givin’ bj
syrup and a spliff, try’na drive, can’t see straight
rollin’ up
golden [?] in the truck
spillin’ whilst i’m sippin’ out that whiskey, coca-cola-cup
on my motorola, bruh
p-ssy lips is swellin’ up
rollin’ through the cold
another dirty f-ckin’ polish sl-t
go on roll it, bruh
get it with the stolen car
’cause 30 is always the coast to north dakota, bruh
that’s it though
i can’t be sittin’ slow
tell that b-tch though to get down and get low
nunchucks and pitchforks
get your wrists slit though, yo
infinite mc’s who wanna kick [?] flows
f-ck thick hoes
and get big dough
get rich quick though
[verse 3]
yeah, yo
i got b-tches in the living room hittin’ the bong, and
they ain’t leavin’ till all of ’em want it
we sit up on the couch to this
roll a blunt, f-ck a b-tch
blow an ounce to this
it’s like glow-gang
back in this b-tch
with a whole lotta weed
and a whole lotta b-tches
aye, yeah
blow a ounce to this
it’s like all day
back in this b-tch
with a whole lotta weed
and a whole lotta p-ssy
[outro]
haha
f-ck ’em
suck a d-ck b-tch
yo–
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