Текст песни Ciggy Up - Nabhan

I ran outta chooch juice (I ran outta)
So I rolled a ciggy up
I need a mood boost yeah I need a pick me up
And she had a pick me pick me exterior
But fuck it my motives ulterior
We just high as f- in that room
You'll never mf- see me out
Wetter than a washing machine here
Obvious as her being effeminate (uh uh)
Rembrandt reminant
I'm in love with art
Beam me up it feels like (Crimea)

Kept an eye on her like a cyclops (saaa)
I had heard from her friend
Told me that she liked me (yeah yeah yeah)
Coming back for the back shots nightly
God closed one white girl with depression on me
And opened another one (huh?)
Then another one (WHAT?)
I was like "I might as well double up" (double up)
Hit it from the back yeah I treat it like a Tabla
Pink and I'm poppin it just like it's bubblegum

Sinks on my wrist and my neck I need some diamonds on me (I need some)
Need that respect you can call me Rodney
Bro play with plants like he into botany (ok ok)
Home girl beat cancer I couldn't be prouder (I couldn't be)
I'll even offend a sinner (yeah)

Short b- I put some inches in her (short bitch)
Talking while she goin off on it
gave me sentimental (talkin while she)
Cuz she knows I'm not no knock off
Nah nobody realer (not no knock off)
I can't even walk off the Wok
It's got me paraplegic (I can't even fuckin walk uh)
And you better cock up (cock up)
If you in my city
Got a couple Gs for the gas in my pocket
Let's get litty (ooh)
Pop said "I'm a thot" and you felt that
Shrooms got you nauseous you hate that (hate that)
I never would've thought you'd be laid back

Underground like the catacombs (huh? Yea yea yea)
100 mill in my bank account & im gonna need
That Patek on me
Patagonia warm the money up (go!)
And soon join me in matrimony
Tryna ball with her went to bat for me
But she bad for me and she baffle me (huh? Huh? Huh)

I ran outta chooch juice (i ran outta)
So I rolled a ciggy up
I need a mood boost yeah I need a pick me up
And she had a pick me pick me exterior
But fuck it my motives ulterior
We just high as fuck in that room
You'll never motherfuckin see me out
Wetter than a washing machine here
Obvious as her being effeminate
Rembrandt reminant
I'm in love with art
Beam me up it feels like Crimea