Erinem, Bizarre - Bitches lyrics
[Erinem, Bizarre - Bitches lyrics]
Gone off this Promethazine, man
You know what I’m saying fuck it, turn up!
I miss when rap was bout drugs and bitches
Not fashion brands, or the gram
Or your riches back to when thugs
Was givin' hugs in the club
Bout to show you all how
To give bitches some love
I've been sniffin’ chloroform
Up here in North Dearborn
Never been in rarer form
Ain't a soul I won't outperform
At Biz's crib party holdin' up this Bacardi
I'm batshit, can't trust you
Too much magic in mushrooms!
Just a massive masochist
Walk all over bars like gymnastics
It's climatic, like a climb-up attic
Snap an start static cuz I’m cheap fabric!
I’m bombastic and graphic when I rap shit
Erratic tactics, think I've had it!
Pill addict, ill an’ still at it
Turn Thee Stallion to a pony in a paddock!
Hitting up Bizarre's bash
Hitting hard like tar hash
Using no caution, while watchin'
Kim Kardash' that’s a rear-view
Like a cam on a car dash
Bitch is doing side-kicks, spastic!
In skin tight elastics
Acting like it's magic
Bitch you're like the titlе of MASH:
All ass-tricks! (asterix) ratchet trash!
Can't get my mind right, but
Looking back, that would bе hind-sight
I miss when rap was bout drugs and bitches
Not fashion brands, or the gram
Or your riches back to when thugs
Was givin' hugs in the club
Bout to show you all how
To give bitches some love
Xannies OxyContin
I be on some shrimpin' shit
Four, four, in the morning
Got your sister suckin' dick!
Leanin' leanin' leanin'
Gleanin' off the Adderall
Leanin' leanin' leanin' i'm poppin Tylenol
Percocet, get her wet gone off the Xanax
High as hell, high as hell
Let's have some dirty sex
Poppin' pills, poppin' spills
Smoking on the best weed
Sippin' lean, sippin' lean
I think I'm bout to OD
I miss when rap was bout drugs and bitches
Not fashion brands, or the gram
Or your riches back to when thugs
Was givin' hugs in the club
Bout to show you all how
To give bitches some love
I miss when rap was bout drugs and bitches
Not fashion brands, or the gram
Or your riches back to when thugs
Was givin' hugs in the club
Goin' back to spittin' bout
Bitches and drugs