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pro dusa & jka - one way ticket lyrics

[intro]
hypo, hypo, hypo

hypo, hypo, hypo, hypo

[verse 1: pro dusa]

(yeah)

hypodermic needles sized in
bite into veins like it’s tyson
lungs rinsed from that thick mud
with the piggy’s pepper on the ninth binge
f-ck a delivery, we all out to get shipped
prison debt another cali-cation
with the yeezy dressing in the kid
throwing stones they’ll always miss
you hand off me off the bridge
vodka sitting in that fridge
nonsense sitting in that fridge
we should drink it cause we’re friends
you should bring one bring some m’s
sunday’s monday’s medicine
we just linked it up again
think we played another jenga night
f-cked you, sucked me, then it ends a fight
we so young i should of never typed
you back
but my huge bag needs a new catch
wanna f-ck till you end up on news stands
i admit i was drunk i was cruising
ima punk
ima d-ck
ima rude man
no one noticed i don’t chill i don’t notice them nah
fully devoted and always be glowed up in dark
roll up a solo and hope that it’s hitting alright
never rolling but they playing the part
he was conan with the stage and the people
now he worships f-cking satin
i seen him in town
when he played at the show at the lost soul
when he tweaked up on stage and he lost hold
of just who he is
of just who he is uh
of just who he is
of just who he is uh
every b-tch wanna mouth full of jizz if she doesn’t then why did you call he b-tch? uh
every kid want codeine in they p-ss uh
but the future always know where you live uh
i don’t know if the devils sentimental
god said you crazed you mental
ay
every b-tch wanna mouth full of jizz
if she doesn’t then why did you call her a b-tch in the first place
took a b-tch on your first date and yah getting f-cked left with some herpes
and a curse ay
it’s yah birthday?
bend over show cake for me personally
use to always smoke weed in my nursery
i was down at south beach on purge ay
call the preacher, hot box in the church ay?
swallow c0ke, pop rocks
does it hurt babe?

[chorus: pro dusa]

cali at the preach
hotbox the preacher
i got burned burned (x4)

[bridge: jka]

k-o-t dub for the crown niga
running that sh-t through your town n-gga
yeah we the hottest around n-gga
this sh-t feel like a playground n-gga

[verse 2: jka]

we don’t do minor this major ou
stacking the bars like its paper ou
if i hop on your track that’s a favor ou
light that sh-t up like it’s a lightsaber ou
towing you n-ggas like mator ou
f-ck yo rap sh-t my sh-t greater ou
bite down on you n-ggas like gators ou
n-gga i am your creator ou

now i’m taking it right back, if you n-ggas could track that
right back
to my my rap lab, cooking up rap crack
hold up, let me backtrack
carry n-ggas like backpacks
hunt you down like a wolf pack
read a n-gga like zodiac
i’m the real where the phonies at
everywhere, holy sh-t you whack
saving rap, yeah i goalied that
balling like i brought kobe back
yeah i’m wild, no wildcat
spitting sh-t like a rugrat
got no taste all you low fat
step on you like doormat n-gga

[outro: pro dusa]

step, step uh
step on you b-tches like doormats mm
f-cking your b-tch like a horde, it’s true
tryna revisit, recording you
right in the corner ou
xxnx with the h-rny boo

- pro dusa jka lyrics

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