paroles de chanson Sesame Street - Comethazine

Hehe, hehe, ooh, let me (Lucid)
Ayy, ooh, ayy
Run that bih up like a track meet, mmm
Run that bih up like a track meet, mmm
Gimme the pack and I might tax that
She gotta fatty, I might tap that
Gimme your addy, we pullin' up to your pad
And then we gon' pull out the rattle and go click-clack, ooh
I ride that bih like a boat with a sail on it
She suck my dick, then I bail on her
I got a pack in the box that says mail on it
Open it up and then sell it all
I'm from the street, man, I feel like Sesame, uh
All of these thotties, they wanna have sex with me, uh
Whip it and flip it, I know the recipe, remember me
Y'all niggas been sleeping and now you texting me, mmm
She ride my dick like a skateboard, ew
I get the bop, I don't date whores, ew
I gave her Xanax, she might deep throat
I got my tool straight from Home Depot, chyeah
Lit pimpin', wrist pimpin', whip pimpin', shit, okay
Piss on my wrist, yellow diamonds, yeah they sick, okay
(Ayy, ayy, yuh, ayy, ayy, yuh)
40 round drum, get him gone, ayy (Okay)
Aim it at fuck nigga dome, ayy (Okay)
Run through his crib when there's nobody home
And then take everything that he own, ayy
My niggas got all them poles, ayy (Yeah)
30 round drum at your nose, ayy (Okay)
Niggas, they don't want no beef (Yeah)
She wanna fuck me 'cause my teeth are golden
Talk all that shit, what you mean? It's over
I can not smoke regular weed, it's OG
I'm on a kill streak, oh no, ayy (What?)
Uzi clip right at yo' nose, ayy (What?)
Ride with the choppa, I might blow, ayy (Okay)
Free X, nigga, free vro, ayy (What?)
My niggas runnin' with them poles, ayy
I ball on niggas like D. Rose, ayy
Ayy, yeah, I smoke that boof with my vro, ayy
Vro, vro, I smoke that boof with my vro, ayy
Ayy, yuh