a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

ynw sakchaser - codeine lyrics

codeine lyrics
[verse 1: ynw sakchaser]
young n+gga world, free the camp, ya dig
we never change, sh+t was born

wait, wait, it ain’t over, nah, it ain’t over
no, no
doing the thing, we do our thing
i get the gang, lil brother i love

[verse 2: ynw melly]
oh lean, ay, i want codeine
i want codeine, i, i want codeine
i, i just not move
i got h+lla drip, and she like the way that i groove
do you see me creeping through your bushes?
better not ever try to play me p+ssy
ynw, industry far from [?]
she eat the d+ck just like some [?]
ooh, is the beat over now?
ooh, think i need some adderall
’cause the feeling i have is great
i’m like f+ck this
shoot the b+tch, shoot b+tch, yes
[?]
she said “ay, you really wanna f+ck on me”
ay, tomorrow take a spin into the g
drop the pants off and i get another one
oh d+mn, i got slang, i need some other guns
oh d+mn, oh d+mn, where the car went?
oh d+mn, oh d+mn, well there’s a [?]
i don’t worry about the galaxy and stars in
she wanna f+ck me, but i’m sorry
and can i have no baby? i wanna have no babies
[verse 3: ynw juvy]
shawty said she like the way i kick this sh+t
and i swear i love that hoe, that’s a bad freak b+tch
i just take her to the park and like she eat straight d+ck
but it’s back to the money, back on my street sh+t
melly in the cut, and he got a dirty stick
have you ever seen a .40 glock with a 30 clip?
i’m really in the streets, boy i’m really on my sh+t
swear i miss all my n+ggas, man i love them jits
thuggin, getting money, man that’s real trap sh+t
gotta beat it with my wristand gotta beat it with a glock
man, shoutout fetty top
got them rocks in his sock
man i’m creeping in the ave with this long 30 glock

[verse 4: ynw sakchaser]
ya, need ‘deine
need a lean
we posted all in the glock
on the block
bort done ridin’, and we slidin’
what you mean, what you talkin’
we gone glide, what you mean glide?
bullets inside you, they glidin’
they slide and they priv’
i know you lyin’, you priv’ b+tch
put it up on bro, put it in like ocean
these pockets swollen
she wanna f+ck on the gang, we amazing
oh my gosh she said “oh, all y’all crazy”
b+tch we brazy, crazy little k
dig all in the face, ski it on the lip

- ynw sakchaser lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS