K Suave - Intoxicated lyrics
[K Suave - Intoxicated lyrics]
Bitch my heartbeat racin', I'm speed ballin'
I'm off lean and X' (Ayo, that's nickk)
Nigga say he want smoke wit' me
He ain't know we was ridin'
Around wit them Tec’s
Scope on that bitch, I'm
Shooting from long range
Like I'm Jimmer Fredette
Your girl a freak, tryna' get in my pants
At the dealership, I think I want a new 'Benz
I'm with some European hoes
They speakin' French
And that money be blowin'
Thought I had a fan
That money look good, I'ma make love with it
Told her take it back, I don't need it
In the Trackhawk baby, I'm speedin'
I'm with Rush, think I'm a demon
Bitch I been up for the whole week geekin'
Bitch I get fly as fuck every season
But I get high as fuck every day
I'm killing that pussy, I just caught a case
Yeah, that money counter add shit up fast
Stop worrying about me boy, you
Going out sad, yeah, woah
These diamonds all over my body, that
Shit be cooling my flesh, yeah, yeah
Bitch I'm posted in the A' off drank
She don't pop pills, but she wanna' do coke
I can't feel my face 'till
My whole body floatin'
Pass me my gun, I think that's an opponent
I'm too tapped in, leave your ass in a morgue
She keep asking questions no
I don't play sports
We keep going back and forth, like tug-of-war
I keep going back to the drugs when I'm bored
My heartbeat racin', I'm speed ballin'
I'm off lean and X'
Nigga say he want smoke wit' me
He ain't know we was ridin'
Around wit them Tec’s
Scope on that bitch, I'm
Shooting from long range
Like I'm Jimmer Fredette
Your girl a freak tryna' get in my pants
At the dealership I think I want a new 'Benz
I'm with some European hoes
They speakin' French
And that money be blowin'
Thought I had a fan
That money look good, I'ma make love with it
Told her take it back, I don't need it
In the Trackhawk baby I'm speedin'
I'm with Rush think I'm a demon
Bitch I been up for the whole week geekin'
Bitch I get fly as fuck every season
But I get high as fuck every day
I'm killing that pussy I just caught a case
Yeah, that money counter add shit up fast
Stop worrying about me boy, you going out sad
I'm off lean and X' (Ayo, that's nickk)
Nigga say he want smoke wit' me
He ain't know we was ridin'
Around wit them Tec’s
Scope on that bitch, I'm
Shooting from long range
Like I'm Jimmer Fredette
Your girl a freak, tryna' get in my pants
At the dealership, I think I want a new 'Benz
I'm with some European hoes
They speakin' French
And that money be blowin'
Thought I had a fan
That money look good, I'ma make love with it
Told her take it back, I don't need it
In the Trackhawk baby, I'm speedin'
I'm with Rush, think I'm a demon
Bitch I been up for the whole week geekin'
Bitch I get fly as fuck every season
But I get high as fuck every day
I'm killing that pussy, I just caught a case
Yeah, that money counter add shit up fast
Stop worrying about me boy, you
Going out sad, yeah, woah
These diamonds all over my body, that
Shit be cooling my flesh, yeah, yeah
Bitch I'm posted in the A' off drank
She don't pop pills, but she wanna' do coke
I can't feel my face 'till
My whole body floatin'
Pass me my gun, I think that's an opponent
I'm too tapped in, leave your ass in a morgue
She keep asking questions no
I don't play sports
We keep going back and forth, like tug-of-war
I keep going back to the drugs when I'm bored
My heartbeat racin', I'm speed ballin'
I'm off lean and X'
Nigga say he want smoke wit' me
He ain't know we was ridin'
Around wit them Tec’s
Scope on that bitch, I'm
Shooting from long range
Like I'm Jimmer Fredette
Your girl a freak tryna' get in my pants
At the dealership I think I want a new 'Benz
I'm with some European hoes
They speakin' French
And that money be blowin'
Thought I had a fan
That money look good, I'ma make love with it
Told her take it back, I don't need it
In the Trackhawk baby I'm speedin'
I'm with Rush think I'm a demon
Bitch I been up for the whole week geekin'
Bitch I get fly as fuck every season
But I get high as fuck every day
I'm killing that pussy I just caught a case
Yeah, that money counter add shit up fast
Stop worrying about me boy, you going out sad