paroles de chanson Drunk Freestyle - Dave Blunts

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

I slept on the floor, ain't had the luxury of mattress
Had to stretch my money like Reed Richards, I'm fantastic
Your bitch a magician, she be showin' me her hat trick
Back in special ed, I wore a helmet in my classes

That boy ran up on me and we turned that boy to ashes
Ashes, ashes, turned that boy to ashes
Your bitch suck my dick and now I'm aiming for her glasses
Used to think that mayonnaise was an instrument like Patrick

Hop up on a beat and I go IEP retarded
I don't fuck with Walmart, 'cause I always hit my target
I don't fuck with niggas, so they think I'm homophobic
Ballin' on these niggas, like my name was Garrett Poling

I was in the field, just like a nigger, Kunta Kinte
Knew she was a slut, I didn't listen to her friends say
I just want the top, why is you takin' all your clothes off?
Bitches shakin' ass, I fucked around and turned to Chris Ross

I just fucked a dyke and afterwards, I said, "No homo"
Your bitch suck my dick and I recorded it in slo-mo
Homie went to prison and his bitch kept tryna fuck me
I ain't even do it 'cause that bitch was kinda ugly

Okay, I'm just kiddin', she eat me up like some lunch meat
Okay, I'm just kiddin', she eat me up like a zombie
Nigga ran up on me, now his face on Abercrombie
I was in Moline, I didn't listen to my mommy

Ay, didn't listen to my mommy
Didn't listen to my mommy
To my mommy

Niggas goin' out sad, now they be tryna beef about a bitch (bitch)
Why the fuck would you trust her when you know she out here doin' dicks?
In the crib tryna lay low, I don't give a fuck about stitch (stitch)
Keep sippin' on codeine, I see purple stuff when I piss

I done really came a long way from back when I was hitting licks
I done really came a long way, don't believe me? Nigga, ask your bitch
Don't believe me? Nigga, ask your bitch
Niggas mad that I'm lit
Spent ten days in the hospital, know the opps happy I'm sick

I was stranded in Mexico, 'cause my wristwatch called Ice (Ice)
Niggas ain't tryna knuckle up, so that's why I gotta keep a pipe (pipe)
No, my name ain't Tyrone, but I'm here to fuck a nigga's wife (wife)
No, my name ain't Joe Rogan, but I'm talkin' shit on this mic (mic)

Bitch nigga tried to run down, be the last day of his life
'Member back I was so broke, every day I used to hit stains
Bitch ain't used to text back, now she fuckin' me for the fame
Fell in love with an e-girl, so I had to stop playing the game

Fell in love with an e-girl, almost made a nigga go insane
Keep poppin' these Percocets, 'cause that's the only thing that ease the pain
I know she don't really love me, she be fuckin' niggas for the fame
Pull up on an opp nigga like, "Do you know Joy Lane?"

Huh, ridin' through East Moline, gotta keep it on me
Niggas tryna smoke me, yeah
Tried to fuck on Kelsey, she ran away like, "Help me"
Told her, "This ain't healthy," yeah

Tried to fuck on Luna, should've did it sooner
Now she with them shooters, yeah
Tried to fuck on Anny, I was off them Xannies
She ain't understand me, yeah

Tried to fuck on Abby, she be off them Addies
I can't be her daddy, yeah
No, I will not text her, nigga, I'm a flexer
Just like Lucas Becker, yeah (Manyo...)