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termanology - cocaine eyes lyrics

[intro: wais p talking]
jeah. f-ck is wrong with these hoes man? goya boys b-tch! can’t pull nothing past a pimp man. trying to shoot them needles in-between hands and your motherf-cking toes b-tch. hands all swollen, feet swollen b-tch. your feet done grow two sizes since i known ya. it been two weeks. haha

“and now you hookers and hoes know how i feel” – snoop dogg ‘nuthin but a g thang’

[hook: wais p] {x2}
she got heroine hands
cocaine eyes
dust in her p-ssy
syringe in her thighs
molly on her mouth
it’s no lie
i’ma substance abuser, she ruin your life

[verse one: wais p]
she breath methadone when she sleeping
percocet preaching
so much white on her lip, look like she bleaching
type of b-tch, she a star in the evening
mixing bars with the methozine
but she’s still a 10
i won’t lie, i put the p-ssy on front street
had a fight with four dealers, i was one deep
she brought me $27,000 and that was one week
see i got my own addictions and that’s dumb cheese
she said she knew a n-gga she used to be f-cking
got about, 60 in the safe
and we can touch him
he hustle out of boston but, really he from brooklyn
she get him to her house, we rob his dorm while she blow him
now i’m thinking, “here’s a foul creature”
i’m a pimp, i don’t do stick ups
i push the p-ss on model pin ups
skeet on a b-tch neck and tell her “keep your chin up
it’s gon’ be alright.”
you keep scheming, i’mma keep chilling in coupes
rocking karats/carrots like i’m swimming in soup
i don’t rap, i’m just giving you truth
living the proof
suffering from alcohol abuse
this is how these hoes move

[hook]

[verse two: termanology]
ayo she walk through the valley in the shadow of death
nicotine on her breath, dry s-m-n on her chest
she a bad b-tch
make your b-tch look average
don’t cook or clean but d-mn she mean
on the mattress she do things that make you wanna backflip
have you spending all your cash on fake lashes
prophylactics, p-ssy pads and wine gl-sses
double stack ecstasy packs and high fashion
the tantric s-x will have you trying to hand her checks
funny how we used to call you a pimp
now you turnt out
burned out is how you turned out
every time you went in your pockets she had her purse out
direct deposit, hustling them hand outs
remind me of them dirty bums with the cans out
ha
you used to love her but she ran out
and soon as she figured out your cash ran out

[hook]

[scratching snoop dogg on ‘nuthin but a g thang’]
“and that’s realer than real”
“and now you hookers and hoes know how i feel”

- termanology lyrics

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