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lirik lagu scoochie boochie - post-nasal drip

[intro]
hi!
scoochie boochie
and it’s good

[verse 1] (scoochie boochie)
post~nasal drip, lookin’ good, feelin’ sick
pack o’ tissues in the pocket of a million~dollar fit
post~nasal drip, i look hot, take a pic
take a tissue out the box, drop a bag on the fit
poppin’ tags on the quarter~zip fleece, b~tch please
this sleeve where i wipe snot cost me sixty gs
i’m diseased, but i look sick
sick, but i stay ill
ill, but i took swigs straight from the dayquil
humidifier vapor for a chaser
humidifier full of cîroc
i dunno why my breathing is so labored
even though i’m breathing cîroc, okay
dressed to the nines in my finest duds, yuh (okay)
i’m a tortured artist, but with sinus stuff, ye
sponsorships for tissues just linin’ up
you got a shoe deal? i just signed with puffs

[interlude 1] (scoochie boochie)
ee~yes!
are you ki’ing me?
dadquest
[verse 2] (scoochie boochie)
snot on my balenciaga
wad o’ tissue in new prada
got some issues in my sinus
i just don’t do well wit’ pollen
ballin’ every seeeeeason, allergies ain’t seasonal
fall has got me wheezin’, spring has got me feelin’ gross
everything designer from the sweater to the [?]
flowin’ like this heavy snot
pull up in the drop~top
and my t~~th gold, both cheeks hold cough drops
y’ever sneezed in a benz? yeah, i thought not
you just sit in perfect health in your mazda
‘snot a common cold, this is top~notch
goin’ crazy, stuck in bed, franz kafka
cîroc in the humidifier, hot box

[interlude 2] (scoochie boochie and dj lucas)
ssscoochie
booch!
lemme talk my talk real quick

[verse 3] (dj lucas)
yeah
no joke, i’m doin’ ketamine and coke
and i really talk my talk until the point i might go broke (riiiiight)
even when i got them sniffles, it’s not like i’m not gon’ smoke (bow!)
shorty out in santa monica just told me that she stoked (haaa!)
got a look up in my eyes, i’m on a mission (yup!)
them addys sorta burnin’ when you sniff em’ (oh!)
they know i’m snortin’ different and (dj!)
you’re all complicit if you hop up in my car (nyoom!)
we the type to light a blunt while drunk drivin’ out the bar (skrrt!)
put my key inside that powder, then i do a bump (~sniff~)
i told my homies that i’m rappin’ and i’m through with punk (i’m done)
i’m that art creature (dj!)
it sounds better through the car speakers (bump!)
and i pull up to your crib like a guitar teacher ([?])
workin’ around the clock
it’s never gonna stop
the zaza look like candy and the [?] look like snot
workin’ round the clock
it’s never gonna stop
the zaza look like candy and the [?] look like snot

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