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rufio spenz - drugsyou lyrics

hook:
i popped the zoloft (hey)
popped the xanax just feel to okay (hey)

[first verse]
a bullet straight to the head of a corrupt cop
coast to coast bumping sp-ceghost
sounding like meatwad
i only deal with kings like vlade divac
still wondering why dre never dropped detox
now i’m just tryna make worldstar
buy my momma a brand new car
with my mistress
she smoking that green ranger
she love it when i f-ck her
release my anger

i’m chasing cheddar, p-ssy chasing me like tom and jerry, f-ck wit me i’ll
f-ck you with my mind worse than carrie
or beat you with a bat with the strength the roids they gave to barry
treat you like moe did to curly and larry
so if you wanna talk about it
be about it
better keep your distance i feel like my sp-ce is crowded
if her p-ssy good, i’ll be in that p-ssy drowning
where were you when i had no friends that could be counted?

now i’m k!lling off my liver
middle finger to my ex b-tch
cause i never missed her
bet if you ask, she’ll tell you how i ate the p-ssy til her legs quiver
i’m depressed often, living in a coffin
there should be a sign above my head that reads “approach with caution”
get the concept
i’m straight out my mom’s p-ssy
was adopted
by the block, often caught
me and chung use to hotbox
in his blue miata with the soft top
got topped off by a young chick with a choker
she loved it when i choked her
polo black be my odor
eat the p-ssy like an
hors d’oeuvre
won’t stop til my music make me a house owner
gotta make the quota
f-ck being sober

[hook]
i popped the zoloft (hey)
i popped the xanax just feel to okay

[second verse]
once again
i’m floating off the potion
with fx up cooking quotients
trying to find us both some olsens
or some tia and tamaras
p-ssys like you get drawn on
hannah barbara
all of you will end with a tombstone by the undertaker
presented by the paul bearer
so if you wanna f-ck with me
better have a squad or some company
i’ve got a rep to keep
keep a glock, safety off lock, ready to c-ck
i know i ain’t big yet, but i’m ready to die.by
kwame got the acid now i’m feeling ready to fry
i can almost see the future just like marty mcfly
bout to f-ck up some commas, sipping the dirtiest sprite
need me an eve cates
and case full of mickeys
middle finger up to everyone who say that they get me
cause you don’t
tryna -n-lyze me and everything that i wrote
f-ck you and the horse you rode in on
acting like you hard, cause you just watched straight out of compton
if i elmer fudd all you bugs, you’ll be in i.c.u like “what’s up doc”
shut the f-ck and speak when spoken too
spenz you were a metalhead
well i evolved
isn’t that what you are supposed to do?
yeah i thought so
but i’m still at eating at the roscoes, chicken and waffles
with a couple models trying play hockey with my tonsils
won’t stop til my home is the playboy grotto
and my music is hung up next to a pic-sso

- rufio spenz lyrics

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