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gumball 3000 - esham lyrics

[verse 1]
feelin’ kinda down, i need a little pick me up
caffeine in my coffee just to get me up
if you want that nose candy, you should hit me up
my words turn into crack once they lit me up
my best friend’s ephedrine, methamphetamines
syrup to the codeine, promethazine
a world full of dope fiends, know the coke kings
you could get a chicken wing, or the whole thing
five*hour energy drink with no crashin’
put the pedal to the heavy metal, straight mashin’

[chorus]
droppin’ the top when it’s sunny (i can’t give it up)
livin’ this life ’cause they love me (i’ll never get enough)
whippin’ out mags on dummies (i can’t give it up)
countin’ these bags of money (i’ll never get enough)
droppin’ the top when it’s sunny (i can’t give it up)
livin’ this life ’cause they love me (i’ll never get enough)
whippin’ out mags on dummies (i can’t give it up)
countin’ these bags of money (i’ll never get enough)

[verse 2]
feelin’ kinda down, i need a little pick*me*up
a1 yola, feds wanna trick me up
word on the streets is n*ggas wanna stick me up
don’t get wet up, ’cause you know i’m quick to bust
feelin’ kinda down, i need a little pick*me*up
call me up a sl*t so she can come and l!ck me up
did her doggystyle, so i guess she just a mutt
she was such a dead f*ck that i had to dig her up
[chorus]
now, i’m droppin’ the top when it’s sunny (i can’t give it up)
livin’ this life ’cause they love me (i’ll never get enough)
whippin’ out mags on dummies (i can’t give it up)
countin’ these bags of money (i’ll never get enough)
droppin’ the top when it’s sunny (i can’t give it up)
livin’ this life ’cause they love me (i’ll never get enough)
whippin’ out mags on dummies (i can’t give it up)
countin’ these bags of money (i’ll never get enough)

[verse 3]
feelin’ kinda down, i need a little pick*me*up
one thousand grams on the scale, brick me up
feelin’ kinda doug e. fresh, sl!ck rick me up
jackass in my nasal, donkey kick me up
suicidalist at the wrist, slit me up
i’m dope as the piff, so you know they sniff me up
play me like a blunt wrap, tryna twist me up
instead of tryna down me, you need to lift me up
but when it comes to wicked sh*t, you not sick to us
you not hip to us, but you on the d*ck to us
they don’t wanna touch me, ’cause they know i’m bl!cky’d up
they should just stay up off my n*ggy*n*ggy*nuts

- esham lyrics

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