Drugs
By Lyrikile Trife
On album Neighborhood Sickness
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[Intro]
[Verse 1: Lyrikile Trife]
I been in this game for years it made me rob dead people with my hand on the jar I pledge evil on a step by step booklet for you to get study this shit if you was starting fucking with wet number ono don't travel with more than 2 oz wifey on the that's 2 bottles of bakulow shit get hot you don't want the pigs to eat her the bitch to safety and get that juice in the freezer
Number 2 test the leak out on your crew they'll die to do it one puff cut that shit with lighter fluid keep the heat and reach but act casual dust head arasional number 3 don't trust no friend pysclideam that's the row gagging of death the subject gets your team frommabrahide ain't really got pcp in it
Yellow somebody could of peed in it number 4 just don't really fly no more cause don't get on they own suplie number 5 never sell shit out the house you be supsrised the smell of clinentell from one liqid ounce number 6 the cash no sermon fuck credit! then bitch slap them for asking to deminstraight your work ethic 7 come up with names like lethal weapon throw a stamp on the evlope its only the sudjestion get your weight up filling up caskits keep that shit in glass lids cause I've seen it eat through plastic money can't buy happieness dummy it is happieness trap house got work in them kitchen cabinets weed in them tablets codeen and asprin baskin in the onbeon while I'm on the ambein number 8 keep some ciggerets with you those cats that puff for free can't hold dips too number 9 different money different day gotta have that thick cake close your move over the stove mixing 64 hitting switches like Erick Sermon red paint dripping blue seats tripping coke I hold tripping I'm pimping hat tilting no lipping fuck sipping laxitive I'm sitting on you niggas surrounded by white bitches
Cats think your snitching might come through your kitchen and cut your bitching in little pieces to go fishing number 10 this shit again when your way sober if you ain't write it down then print it out and play it over slings the coke like cola pop and that's my dogs like micheal vic when Capone's rifle spits so check rule number 3 and see I'm stating the facts leak cary's the same chard that's pumping h in cracks I know chicks that get wet was for a drag of wet imagine what these hoes will do for a whole bag of death some nights tips the fumble could catch you on the humble fuck around and lose a whole bundle weeds in the bottle all your starter kits I gotta go I got another jar to mix
[Hook]
[Verse 2: ]
[Verse 3: Won Aze]
[Hook]
[Verse 1: Lyrikile Trife]
I been in this game for years it made me rob dead people with my hand on the jar I pledge evil on a step by step booklet for you to get study this shit if you was starting fucking with wet number ono don't travel with more than 2 oz wifey on the that's 2 bottles of bakulow shit get hot you don't want the pigs to eat her the bitch to safety and get that juice in the freezer
Number 2 test the leak out on your crew they'll die to do it one puff cut that shit with lighter fluid keep the heat and reach but act casual dust head arasional number 3 don't trust no friend pysclideam that's the row gagging of death the subject gets your team frommabrahide ain't really got pcp in it
Yellow somebody could of peed in it number 4 just don't really fly no more cause don't get on they own suplie number 5 never sell shit out the house you be supsrised the smell of clinentell from one liqid ounce number 6 the cash no sermon fuck credit! then bitch slap them for asking to deminstraight your work ethic 7 come up with names like lethal weapon throw a stamp on the evlope its only the sudjestion get your weight up filling up caskits keep that shit in glass lids cause I've seen it eat through plastic money can't buy happieness dummy it is happieness trap house got work in them kitchen cabinets weed in them tablets codeen and asprin baskin in the onbeon while I'm on the ambein number 8 keep some ciggerets with you those cats that puff for free can't hold dips too number 9 different money different day gotta have that thick cake close your move over the stove mixing 64 hitting switches like Erick Sermon red paint dripping blue seats tripping coke I hold tripping I'm pimping hat tilting no lipping fuck sipping laxitive I'm sitting on you niggas surrounded by white bitches
Cats think your snitching might come through your kitchen and cut your bitching in little pieces to go fishing number 10 this shit again when your way sober if you ain't write it down then print it out and play it over slings the coke like cola pop and that's my dogs like micheal vic when Capone's rifle spits so check rule number 3 and see I'm stating the facts leak cary's the same chard that's pumping h in cracks I know chicks that get wet was for a drag of wet imagine what these hoes will do for a whole bag of death some nights tips the fumble could catch you on the humble fuck around and lose a whole bundle weeds in the bottle all your starter kits I gotta go I got another jar to mix
[Hook]
[Verse 2: ]
[Verse 3: Won Aze]
[Hook]
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