RiFF RAFF, Germ, Fat Nick - Codeine Counselors lyrics
[RiFF RAFF, Germ, Fat Nick - Codeine Counselors lyrics]
Yuh jody bond in this bitch as
I recline like a fifth
Had to double check my wrist make
Sure it was still frostbit
Got a aquaberry fist, a ruby red rolex
Codeine Castle in Las Vegas but
My body from Texas
Thirsty haters try to sue me
While I chill in jacuzzi
Playin' Sega, clutchin' Uzi
Chop your block Freddy Krueger
Drinkin' and Drivin'
Drop my top off a bottle
They're like "RiFF you need a chauffeur"
I'm like "no bitch, I got it"
It's the white Pat Ewing
Sippin' syrup wit ya sis
I broke down so many bricks you
Coulda balled for the Knicks
Sprinkle snow in the swisher
Yep I'm blowin' preemo
Peach Panther step through the door
Smellin' like a kilo
Big plans, rock rubies on my right hand
Who dis, who the 6'2 butterscotch prince
With the blue wrist riFF
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay fell off in the spot
I got me two of these badass bitches
Cop a whip, I flex a pic
I crashed it faded off the Henny fifth
Stupid wet washed me off my neck
Lube it ‘till ya rust that lambo, dope
Popped it called it with the rose gold
Let no bomb, knocking off tiny bitches I’m
'bout the business
I need riches killing anyway they figure?
Fuck you saying man the laid back way I stay
At with your baby mama
With the drama, topped off in the candy panty
Call and collecting duckets
I’m with the fuck shit
Slime season, bustin’, boy I need that brick
Boys about to pop the top
Pull up gotta chop my whip
Model bitch you know she wet
She booted off the percocets
Xan man, do yo dance and be the set
You bitch
Full clip, hot shit in my Smith & Wesson
Young rich
Hot star you are not in my session
Margiela, Prada steppin' while we
In a recession
Codeine counselors can't sip in a session
I can pull up in a drop-top and on any block
If I hit it then I went in
He gon' meet the chalk
Hollow shit's in the dick, boom, pop shot
Feds knockin' at the trap like nah nah
I just skrrted off in the 'rari
Baby boo I'm sorry
I be twisted off the lean
Boy I can't do no no mollies
Six inside my double cup I’m
Feelin sippin' on some buly
I just want the throat bitch
I can fuck yo pussy fuzzy i’m gon' spaz
I'm flexin' bitch I worth 100k
If you run up on me I'ma let them dicks spray
Sippin' Actavis
The plug he be my best friend
Triple 6 bitch, Satan with me til the end
I recline like a fifth
Had to double check my wrist make
Sure it was still frostbit
Got a aquaberry fist, a ruby red rolex
Codeine Castle in Las Vegas but
My body from Texas
Thirsty haters try to sue me
While I chill in jacuzzi
Playin' Sega, clutchin' Uzi
Chop your block Freddy Krueger
Drinkin' and Drivin'
Drop my top off a bottle
They're like "RiFF you need a chauffeur"
I'm like "no bitch, I got it"
It's the white Pat Ewing
Sippin' syrup wit ya sis
I broke down so many bricks you
Coulda balled for the Knicks
Sprinkle snow in the swisher
Yep I'm blowin' preemo
Peach Panther step through the door
Smellin' like a kilo
Big plans, rock rubies on my right hand
Who dis, who the 6'2 butterscotch prince
With the blue wrist riFF
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay fell off in the spot
I got me two of these badass bitches
Cop a whip, I flex a pic
I crashed it faded off the Henny fifth
Stupid wet washed me off my neck
Lube it ‘till ya rust that lambo, dope
Popped it called it with the rose gold
Let no bomb, knocking off tiny bitches I’m
'bout the business
I need riches killing anyway they figure?
Fuck you saying man the laid back way I stay
At with your baby mama
With the drama, topped off in the candy panty
Call and collecting duckets
I’m with the fuck shit
Slime season, bustin’, boy I need that brick
Boys about to pop the top
Pull up gotta chop my whip
Model bitch you know she wet
She booted off the percocets
Xan man, do yo dance and be the set
You bitch
Full clip, hot shit in my Smith & Wesson
Young rich
Hot star you are not in my session
Margiela, Prada steppin' while we
In a recession
Codeine counselors can't sip in a session
I can pull up in a drop-top and on any block
If I hit it then I went in
He gon' meet the chalk
Hollow shit's in the dick, boom, pop shot
Feds knockin' at the trap like nah nah
I just skrrted off in the 'rari
Baby boo I'm sorry
I be twisted off the lean
Boy I can't do no no mollies
Six inside my double cup I’m
Feelin sippin' on some buly
I just want the throat bitch
I can fuck yo pussy fuzzy i’m gon' spaz
I'm flexin' bitch I worth 100k
If you run up on me I'ma let them dicks spray
Sippin' Actavis
The plug he be my best friend
Triple 6 bitch, Satan with me til the end