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rawdog records - csoda lyrics

[intro: a]
code red
i repeat, code red
we have found multiple ounces of fentanyl in our cases
and we think this is from the famous csoda

[verse 1: a]
open a figment of figurative past
hikin’ a hitch for a pitch that don’t dash
takin’ a picture of your car ‘fore it crash
this your third dui, ain’t it?
this my third time, pullin’ you over, you towed her over toyota, is that your express?
i speed off, i ain’t hear her, but i’m off the meds though
call it the party, ’cause i do a free throw!
but i’m the deebo!
you call the depot!
home depot, i’m a freako, for the music they play on the speako
call up my clips like it’s sneako
i spray ’em up like pacino
blind man, my racks, they petito
stop pausin’ my track
orange sky for a csoda, end is nigh
stick me up i can oblige
break that bad i wouldn’t lie
hit the wall i never falter, smack my hand and crank the alter
for men, who wanna act like they father
i wouldn’t act so indifferent
q just renewed
and i’m a creative player
‘cuz carti created a player
[chorus: a, (q)]
(d+mn!)
homixide homixide homixide huh
off the grid (fweh fweh fweh)
fweh, fweh, fweh
we off the grid (homixide, homixide, homixide)
homixide homixide homixide
off the grid
we off the grid, grid, grid

[verse 2: q]
they say i can’t go to schools no more (no more, no more)
they say i can’t be touchin’ kids no more (no more, no more)
not like i did it in the first place, i just pour it up
lean in my cups
b+tch i got four d+ld+s, yeah
i got four d+cks attached to my b+lls (that’s alot!)
i come makin’ spores on mushrooms
yuh, yuh
procreate like a mushroom
i spores in seventeen women
they all underage (ken carson in this b+tch!)
they caught up on rawdog no, no, no
‘cuz you ain’t up with the [?] no, no, no
you do what over this neighbor
using the backdoor to get in games (ok)
using the backdoor to get inside (ok)
you’re sketchy
i don’t trust you, b+tch
[bridge: q]
csoda
bad name for a song
f+ck that with the song name
d+mn, that might get switched
ay, ay, ay

[outro: q]
i be gettin’ kids to touch my feet (get the cops on him!)
you know i already got d+mn slides on my feet
b+tches semi+heat, always get beat by me
hotter than the sun
i’m hotter than your son (he is!)
i got sleek map black lambos coming out the garage (hard!)
b+tch i make these b+tches weep when i hit ’em
black hand on the b+tch she got black streets
d+mn!

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