Dom Corleo - Codeine lyrics

Dominic Anthony Paoletti

[Dom Corleo - Codeine lyrics]

Bhristo talk to 'em slime

'Ela, 'ela, 'ela, 'ela
Go 'head, stick him up for that Margiela
Make him strip down for that fuckin' sweater
Them kids take your fuckin' life
If you let 'em
I almost lost my fuckin' brain
I was on a codeine rush
I was just gettin' my dick licked
Sippin' on some codeine punch
I'm a drank head, baby, I'm a sipper
Heard you sippin' fake shit, no kizzer

Come on and I'm the realest of the real
Scored up on that pint
Hang off the rim like I'm Shaquille
Pussy play wit' me, you touch that drank
You gettin' killed
Letter to my sons, you play wit' me
You gettin' spilled


Shoutout the fake, shoutout the real
I'm six-figure lit and made it
All wit' no deal
How you do that?, how you did that?, huh
Fuckin' that bitch, hit her from the back
I won't give her back, boy, how ya feel?
Go go, go
Go go, go

How you feel, bro?, I'm feelin' amazing
We walk in this bitch, if you got them
Lil' diamonds on you then it's up
We gon' take 'em
Take the chain, presidential Rollie
Plain Jane we gon' take his little head
Off for them racks, shooters at your brain
I got a bad bitch, yeah, the mean
I got racks hangin' out the jeans
We got the Alexander the McQueen
Gucci for all of my heaters
I was in the back posted wit' my demons
Flew out the baddest bitch for no reason
When she tastin' my semen
Codeine and prescription my weakness

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