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letra de wavy - ces cru

[intro: godemis]
aight
okay
they say i
they say i should take better care of myself
maybe they’re right
but not tonight
hahahaha
seven let’s go
c’mon

[verse 1: godemis]
zoned out, turnt up
shuttin’ something down tonight
kush, blunts, hash, bowl
f-ckin’ with a pound of white
order shot, shoot em down
actin’ like a drunk f-ck
i don’t know how i’m alive
chalk it up as dumb luck
drinkin’ i ain’t
thinkin’ i ain’t
eatin’ i don’t stop at all
sippin something super saucy
now i’m bout to cop a ball
spendin’ every dollar
i’mma make some more tomorrow
clockin’ out i hit the liquor store
and grab another bottle
po’ed up with young prince
now we’re burnin’ down a spliff
he said just keep this sh-t in check
please don’t let it drown a gift
i don’t hear em choppin’
just the sounds of bottles poppin’
is it me or did you hear some motherf-cking body knockin’
pop another molly
rollin’ trees like a lumberjack
smokin’ on that earwax
call that sh-t that other crack
sittin’ in the k-hole
starin’ out the cadillac
yeah i love this liquor
but this sh-t’ll never love me back

[hook x2: godemis]
turnt up, zoned out
shuttin’ something down tonight
kush, blunts, hash, bowls
f-ckin’ with a pound of white
pitchers, shots, lines, rails, b-mps, stacks
all that
wavy, maybe, bout to take a break
if and i fall flat

[verse 2: godemis]
if i work a double
i’mma gotta have a couple
holler at the bartender
tell her make this one a double
swillin’ down the ave
sippin’ dirty cash daily
tippin’ steady sippin’
i am f-cked up, wavy
every thing is gettin’ drank
everybody gettin’ drunk
smooth is on the way
he said he gotta baby in the trunk
stoppin’s not an option
i ain’t poppin’
i ain’t lockin’
feels like all i really need
is a motherf-ckin’ oxycontin
i am rotten on the inside
a plane, vin slide?
talkin’ to a serpent
feelin’ like both of my wrists tied
no one should be this high
double helix makes knots
f-ck a double d-v-b
like everybody a shots
no one sets it off
sw-lly and em, we go it’s own
turn it up an octave, and knock a b-tch out of it’s zone
misery love company
if you ain’t swill then get gone
i’m down to make a ralvage as soon as that other vince’ gone?

[hook x2]

- ces cru

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