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letra de sir codeine iv - buddh4

[hook]
pop out, b-tch i’m on these drugs, murder in the first degree
you run yo mouth, you spreadin rumors, n it’s hurtin me
no my soda never clean, i love a dirty drink
drop a perky in the wock, i feel like hercules
best call me “your highest,” buddh4, b-tch i’m sir codeine
my b-tch she the finest, she make a mess then slurp it clean
boy you best not try it, now yo shirt got 30 beams
a falcon, i’m the flyest, the rest of y’all ain birds to me

[verse 1]
yeah i said it, i’m the flyest, i got falcon wings
f-ck that b-tch n make her cum, right on the balcony
now she claimin that i love her, that’s insanity
all white bathroom, spilled my cup n stained the vanity
pop out, pop him like a perc, i got too many enemies
this jus cream n purple, no it ain’t no hennessy
all my diamonds wet, sail em like the seven seas
and this glock came wit a beam, so you got h-ll to see
that’s one in the head, puttin one in the dirt
now buddh4 goin fed, wock stains on the shirt
give a f-ck what you said, i’ma pop another perc
i’m pour up all the red, ima mix it wit the purp
lil b-tch, i’m fly
lil b-tch, i’m too d-mn high
all this money, i steady be ballin
i’m off wock and the perkys be callin, like
[hook]
pop out, b-tch i’m on these drugs, murder in the first degree
you run yo mouth, you spreadin rumors, n it’s hurtin me
no my soda never clean, i love a dirty drink
drop a perky in the wock, i feel like hercules
best call me “your highest,” buddh4, b-tch i’m sir codeine
my b-tch she the finest, she make a mess then slurp it clean
boy you best not try it, now yo shirt got 30 beams
a falcon, i’m the flyest, the rest of y’all ain birds to me

[verse 2]
i’m too high for this sh-t
i’m too fly for this sh-t
i’ma pull out that chop, you gon die for this sh-t
red dot, knock yo brains out yo skull
talkin sh-t, man that sh-t it get old
talkin sh-t, i just pour me a 4
brand new whip, i’ma let that b-tch go
brand new stick, i’ma let that b-tch blow
brand new stick, i’ma-, uh
packin up money, you don’t get none
i’ma pull out that chop with a big drum
i’ma pull out that cup, i sip mudd
why you talkin that-, uh, uh, uh
all of this sh-t off the dome
i’ma pour all that sh-t till it’s gone
i’ma pour all the red till it’s gone
talk on my name and we break in yo home
hol on
red, red, red, red, red, red, red
i pull that choppa and aim at yo head
honestly don’t give a f-ck what you said
hol on
sir codeine, i’m bout that sh-t
sir codeine, i’m bout that sh-t
sir codeine, where my crown at
keep a pint on me, can’t leave without that
[hook]
pop out, b-tch i’m on these drugs, murder in the first degree
you run yo mouth, you spreadin rumors, n it’s hurtin me
no my soda never clean, i love a dirty drink
drop a perky in the wock, i feel like hercules
best call me “your highest,” buddh4, b-tch i’m sir codeine
my b-tch she the finest, she make a mess then slurp it clean
boy you best not try it, now yo shirt got 30 beams
a falcon, i’m the flyest, the rest of y’all ain birds to me

- buddh4

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