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oliver francis – cloudboys lyrics

follow the blood trail
watch it lead to the mic
carnage and bloodshed
prolly take ya life
pack an 8th in the pipe
/ come and raid for your wife /
rap game seppuku
cause you disgrace to the mic
smokin cannabis with jennifer aniston
sleepin on the force like anikan off of ambien
/ mad when charlie manson is maryin [?] /

meet me in the garden at midnight
as a samurai i ride by the sword
/ til ever die as a lure /
do not attempt to befriend me
i keep [?] hands on [?]
and that clip never empty
its 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 marijuanna trees in the blunt

screamin two liters lean
and a pair of adidas cleets we scuffin
two seatter beam and the marijuana trees we puffin
its nothin cousin you buckin go ahead and fall back

its ridiculous how stuffed the swisher is
fat black b-tch who will suck a d-ck with a viciousness
black actress who lactate with milk and sh-t
wax as crooked as children without their ritalin
/ then the flow will make you begin to move /
chillin with a bad b-tch
she half j-panese
droppin marijuana trees in my swisher sweet please
on a white sand beach
/ imma get this mr.p ah /

cj she wanna have a threeway
rollin in the whip
gettin head on the freeway
blunt to my lips while the b-tch givin bj
syrup and a spliff tryna drive can’t see straight

rollin up
/ gold nose in the truck /
spillin whilst im sippin out that whiskey coca cola cup
on my motorolla 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 /
thats 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
infinite emcees who wanna kick / blunt thick flows /
f-ck thick hoes
and get big dough
get rich quick though

i got b-tches in the living room hittin the bong
and they ain’t leavin till all of them gone
we sit up on the couch to this
roll a blunt
f-ck a b-tch
blow an ounce to this

its like all day
back in this b-tch
with a whole lotta weed
and a whole lotta b-tches

its like all day
back in this b-tch
with a whole lotta weed
and a whole lotta p-ssy

suck a d-ck b-tch

- oliver francis lyrics

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