letra de med man - medicine man
[hook]
medman f-cking sh-t up neo, just like the matrix
baby tell me what’s the deal, what’s with the fake sh-t
man i’m bouta pop a pill, in the p-ssy ape sh-t
rolling all these f-cking blunts, and i’m bouta face it
medman f-cking sh-t up neo, just like the matrix
baby tell me what’s the deal, what’s with the fake sh-t
man i’m bouta pop a pill, in the p-ssy ape sh-t
rolling all these f-cking blunts, and i’m bouta face it
[verse 1]
smoke gelato, ridin tahoe, pouring codeine by the bottle
gotta b-tch and she a model, all she do is suck and swallow
pondering like aristotlе, f-cking with me you getting hollows
my b-tch sipping on moscato, making money likе the lotto
smoking like mavado, tote a fully auto
can’t f-ck with me bravado, get money that’s the motto
smoking on colorado, baby i’m like picasso
blowing up like apollo, f-ck me off of a follow
i ain’t even touch the p-ssy but she already wet
baby dropped to her knees when she saw the baguette
when i pull up on the scene i’m assessing the threat
pull the pistol out my pocket i ain’t breaking a sweat
you want smoke, you get smoke, light it up cigarette
spin the block, spin again, bring it back like casettes
need a b-tch, on my d-ck, think i want a brunette
know i make, all this money, don’t you ever forget
[hook]
medman f-cking sh-t up neo, just like the matrix
baby tell me what’s the deal, what’s with the fake sh-t
man i’m bouta pop a pill, in the p-ssy ape sh-t
rolling all these f-cking blunts, and i’m bouta face it
medman f-cking sh-t up neo, just like the matrix
baby tell me what’s the deal, what’s with the fake sh-t
man i’m bouta pop a pill, in the p-ssy ape sh-t
rolling all these f-cking blunts, and i’m bouta face it
[verse 2]
y’all don’t really wanna hear me say it’s a wrap
y’all don’t really wanna see milano or trap
saw us coming down the street, now he taking a lap
got his b-tch at the crib and she making it clap
really acting like he crazy til i’m waving the strap
pour another cup of lean, get it straight from the tap
you could never pull a b-tch so please stop with the cap
know i got a couple b-tches let em sit on my lap
b-tch i’m racing to the money and you know imma get it
black paint black rims wearing all black with it
when i pulled up to his crib man he almost sh-tted
got his b-tch in the whip and you know imma hit it
im up to par, in the making baby you know i’m a star
got a couple b-tches sitting in the car
smoking blunts in public like we smoking on cigars
plotting on the world just that know everything is ours
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