lirik lagu joey trap & comethazine – fuzzy dice balls
[intro: comethazine]
n-gga, i’m off so many pills right now, so i’m sayin’
(so i’m sayin’)
make some motherf-ckin’ grape juice with the wock’, wockhardt
wock’-wock’
i feel like slump god in this b-tch
look, ayy, ayy, ayy
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy
[chorus: comethazine]
no roof when the baby go old school (what?)
’92 fuzzy dice b-lls like a snool (ayy, yuh)
boof’d out, boof pack in the booth
vvs on my wrist like hand on my tool (ayy, yuh)
turn a n-gga to a running back, uh
p-ssy pop it for a couple back, uh (couple back)
[verse 1: comethazine]
do-rag, feelin’ like a bow wow, uh
make a p-ssy run from the pounce-out, uh (pounce-out)
p-ssy come outside sound like surround sound, uh (what?)
old school g with the bop-out, uh
make the n-ggas hot like the cops out, uh (yuh)
i f-cked on that bih, then i popped out, uh (ayy)
i can only f-ck with a model bih, uh
money be fatter than hippopotamus, uh
all of my n-ggas are from the bottom, bih
leave a hole in a n-gga like, “who shot you, b-tch?”, uh (yuh)
leave a n-gga toast like a strudel (what?)
your b-tch l!ck my bone like a poodle, uh
[chorus: comethazine & joey trap]
no roof when the baby go old school (what?)
’92 fuzzy dice b-lls like a snool (ayy, ayy, yuh, ayy)
boof’d out, boof pack in the booth
vvs on my wrist like hand on my tool (ayy, yuh)
turn a n-gga to a running back, uh (what?)
p-ssy pop it for a couple back (ayy, ayy)
[verse 2: joey trap]
b-tch in the kloudgod, what the f-ck?
like i’m pourin’ water from the dirt (it’s me)
countin’ up 1000, what the f-ck?
if you see a girl, i’m ’bout to tag
take a lot of acid and i say i’m on a trip (take a lot of acid and i)
i be countin’ hunnids and i keep ’em in the crib (i be countin’ hunnids and i keep ’em in the crib)
run up on a n-gga, then you ’bout to meet the tip (run up on a n-gga, then)
’cause you know, four cops banging on [?] (’cause you know, four cops)
like, deep in the submarine (deep in it)
you say you hot, but you wannabe (you say you hot, but you wannabe)
hate when they run from me (hate when they)
turn down no fate, and that’s honesty (n-gga, that’s honesty)
she in my limousine, sippin’ promethazine
me and comethazine sleepy, hey
poke with that nicotine, head like a guillotine
she watchin’ tv, she freaky, yuh
you like home depot, got work (you like home depot, got)
pull up, put you on a shirt (pull up, put you on a)
pull up, put you in the dirt (pull up, put you in the)
do like home depot, my pockets on depot
mad ’cause your bank account (mad ’cause your bank account)
do like home depot, my n-ggas is evil
i’m sellin’ cobain, got that kurt (joey)
i saw that rack b-tch, my money is longer
now i feel like lil uzi vert
‘kay, now, your girlfriend told me she like how i’m rappin’
wait, never look like chicken noodle
my d-ck like it’s a chapstick
now i look at my belt, it’s a fendi like, mmm
f-ck on your girl, sippin’ henny like, mmm
i change my flow, i got plenty like, mmm
talkin’ ’bout guns, we got plenty like, mmm
i got a 30 clip, yuh
i got a 30 clip (i got a 30)
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