take a trip - dave blunts lyrics
[intro]
i’m on that tris again (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
i’m on that tris again
[verse]
rollie on me, i bust down my wrist
mushrooms, let’s go take a trip
water on me, n*gga, catch the drip
n*ggas hate ’cause they know i f*cked their b*tch
i’m on that sh*t again, i’m with your b*tch again
i know i said i’ll put down the cup but i’m on that tris again
and my b*tch told me that she loved me but she was suckin’ d*ck
no, i can’t trust a b*tch, no, i can’t trust a sl*t
she let my homies f*ck, my b*tch let my homies run a train
so that be the reason i can’t stay
psilocybin got me chillin’ up in sp*ce
and she gon’ take my p*n*s to the face
your b*tch on her knees just like she prayin’ to jesus
and shе be eatin’ d*ck like darius еatin’ cheez*it’s
and she be givin’ top like nba youngboy
i f*ck her so good, she don’t need no rose toy
i f*ck her so good and she don’t even need a vibrator
i’m in her mouth just like some candy, n*gga, now and later
b*tches on my d*ck, f*ck n*gga, i’m no longer a m*st*rbator
n*ggas speakin’ on me, my lil’ n*ggas, they slide like pro skaters
i don’t got to rape the b*tch, she steady be takin’ d*ck
i don’t got to ask her twice, she said that i changed her life
and i’m ’bout to buy a pint, pour it up in my two liter sprite
and i might just f*ck a dyk*, k!ll the p*ssy she seein’ the light
k!ll the p*ssy, i send her to satan, ’cause all of the d*ck that she takin’
ain’t no way she gon’ make it to heaven
i keep going to 7*eleven, i keep going to mobil 1
hop on the beat and i’m goin’ dumb, hop on the beat and i’m going autistic
she want a bag, b*tch, be realistic
i’ll buy you a purse if you suck on my b*lls
cut the b*tch off, i don’t care if she calls
now she be sayin’ my p*n*s is small
to tell you the truth, i’m like eight on soft
sippin’ on syrup but i don’t got a cough
sippin’ on syrup but i’m not sick
pay for the p*ssy, i guess i’m a trick
beat my b*tch like uncle rick
b*tch, i get high like uncle clyde
b*tch, i get high like every night
my white b*tch be snortin’ lines, my white b*tch be smokin’ ice
my white b*tch stay in van nuys, my black b*tch, she stay in oakland
pull out my d*ck and now she’s chokin’
pull out my d*ck, now she’s amazed
i got my pride but i’m not gay
i’ll be this way ’til i’m in my grave
n*ggas, they hate, ’cause i get paid
brand new whip, you would think i’m a slave
brand new whip, you would my name was henry ford
n*ggas, they hate ’cause they know d*mn well i f*cked their wh0re
every time she suck my d*ck, i press record
i was sixteen, tryin’ to run in that crib, tryna kick a door
i just told my mama that i’m famous now
stranded in moline, i finally made it out
stranded in moline, i finally made a way
i don’t give a f*ck about azealia banks
to tell you the truth she look just like her p*ssy stank
and i’m not talkin’ about a regular odor
azealia, i can smell you, don’t come closer
i keep takin’ all these shrooms, i’m not sober
sippin’ drank just like i’m lucky, four leaf clover
[outro]
(foenem radio, b*tch, gang)
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