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letra de codeine - lil gotit

[intro: future]
codeine, molly help a n-gga think
washin’ off my diamonds in the sink
dmc global now, n-gga
hood baby, ain’t sh-t sweet
b-tch, i put you on the plate, my n-ggas gon’ eat (pluto)

[chorus: future]
catchin’ vibes in a purple mink, yeah, yeah (ah)
codeine, molly help a n-gga think, yeah, yeah (codeine)
take the drugs ’til i can’t blink, yeah, yeah (take the drugs)
poppin’ adderal, sippin’ drink, yeah, yeah (pop out)
lights off, no tv, b-tch, i’m geeked, yeah, yeah (lights off)
can’t take another lord from the street, yeah, yeah (ayy, ayy)
maybach coupe on fleek, tall like a jeep, yeah, yeah (woah, woah)
some of these b-tches be spanish and some j-panese, yeah, yeah (woah, woah)

[verse 1: future]
came out the gutter, get throat
f-ck on your ho ’cause she throwed (woah, woah)
sipping on lean, i’m getting throwed (sip, woah)
[?] overdose (woah, woah)
made three pills [?]
speedin’ up my heart (speed up)
two-doors and four-doors fill up my garage (woah, woah)
make these diamonds shining clear ’cause i know times was hard
i just lifted an average one up, turned her to a star
i took a trip to mexico, my hustle took me far (woah, woah)
pushin’ up marshmellow coupe now i feel like a god (woah, woah)
i went to sp-ce, had a coupe in the stars
man, i had to walk out in baguettes (woah, woah)
i told my young n-ggas go real hard
they came back with a new prezi’ (woah, woah)
how you came out these trenches?
how gon’ starve and then try to forget it (can’t)
ran my ms up, i’m counting it up, and i ain’t sweat it, yeah

[chorus: future]
catchin’ vibes in a purple mink, yeah, yeah (ah)
codeine, molly help a n-gga think, yeah, yeah (codeine)
take the drugs ’til i can’t blink, yeah, yeah (take the drugs)
poppin’ adderal, sippin’ drink, yeah, yeah (pop out)
lights off, no tv, b-tch, i’m geeked, yeah, yeah (lights off)
can’t take another lord from the street, yeah, yeah (pop out)
maybach coupe on fleek, tall like a jeep, yeah, yeah (woah, woah)
some of these b-tches be spanish and some j-panese, yeah, yeah (woah, woah)

[verse 2: lil gotit]
(hood baby)
i don’t give a f-ck ’bout your f-cks (woo)
hood baby do what he want (hood baby)
i got hard for this [?]
abg ysl goats (brr)
no, i’m not generic, i got on baguettes and look how we shinin’
fake my death, makaveli, i’m giving my life, my family won’t tell it
suited and booted, we met up with all foreigns, no, you can’t tell it
i’m making two guns with two guns [?]
[?]
she getting real mad, she actin’ real jealous
i want all that lettuce
[?] with them legs, my n-ggas gon’ step it (hood talk)
hold all the talk, i pulled on the curb where i keep me a bar
we let that b-tch “frrt,” we pull up with birds and snakes on these hoes
walk down with ks on our shoulder, lil’ hater
we headshot his sh-t, we ain’t grazing
in the booth getting top from an asian (let’s go)
wanna book a show, hit my agent
n-ggas ain’t playin’ with my inner goat

[chorus: future]
catchin’ vibes in a purple mink, yeah, yeah (ah)
codeine, molly help a n-gga think, yeah, yeah (codeine)
take the drugs ’til i can’t blink, yeah, yeah (take the drugs)
poppin’ adderal, sippin’ drink, yeah, yeah (pop out)
lights off, no tv, b-tch, i’m geeked, yeah, yeah (lights off)
can’t take another lord from the street, yeah, yeah (pop out)
maybach coupe on fleek, tall like a jeep, yeah, yeah (woah, woah)
some of these b-tches be spanish and some j-panese, yeah, yeah (woah, woah)

[verse 3: lil keed]
cartier watches, skydweller the rollie, sh-t, i pay a load
don dada, they shottin’ they round with me
i’m touring right on the road
the money i pay for my watch, it came from the trap, it came from the stove
yeah, you [?] i’m in la with your ho (oh-oh)
heard what y’all do on the real
you livin’ with your friends, oh-oh
yeah, they soak drip like sponge
’cause my rockstar drip is up
balling like pistons, n-gga
you still on your pivot, n-gga
on a dirtbike in the hood popping wheelies, n-gga
we slime as it gets
nah, ain’t no dummy, yeah, i went legit
finally got diamonds and finally got rich
double-r truck what we landin’ in
now made some and family
blamin’ for the talk, get knocked off
i’m tryna feel the breeze
talking ’bout your top dog, know i eat pedigree
yeah, yeah, slimeball

[outro: future]
dmc global now, n-gga
woah, woah
woah, woah
woah, woah
woah, woah
woah, woah
woah, woah

- lil gotit

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