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yellow - lil candy paint lyrics

[chorus]
my first sippin’ was the yellow codeine
i drove the four in summer spritches like an og
my ex’s hit my phone, actin’ like they know me
she won’t get sh*t outta me, treat that ho’ like police
feelin’ low with some drugs, pop that perc can get me right
i wasn’t f*ckin’ you for real, we was f*cking out of spite
got two hoes up on molly geeked up
and these f*ckass n*ggas can’t see us
and when we hop in the lamb, then speed up
got n*ggas mad that they can’t be us
oh well, kickin’ sh*t with my feet up
these n*ggas so lame, they pеons
hop out, h*llcat, no nissan
i ran the pack back, n*gga like dеion
i know shooters right now who love codeine
and that kid down your door if you owe me
where you was when a n*gga was lonely
went through drug war and fare for lights on

[verse]
i been eatin’ good n*gga in your boney (fax)
glock*9 with the cool [?] on it (grrah)
tall word in the smoke with your homies (grrah)
with this b*tch, i don’t fear no opponent (grrah)
in that car that you lease, i’m on it
used that to get hoes and pomona
hatchback, your boyfriend a sad ass, (sad ass)
i flexed on his broke ass, to this b*tch in baghdad, (broke ass, baghdad)
we got guns like baghdad in smoke, i’ma grab that (baghdad, that)
now i’m at your d*mn head, need codeine just to relapse, (relapse)
i smell new sins, don’t need that
and then what, don’t need feedbacks, (don’t need feedbacks)
’cause of that lean i’m dreamin’
[chorus]
my first sippin’ was the yellow codeine
i drove the four in summer spritches like an og
my ex’s hit my phone, actin’ like they know me
she won’t get sh*t outta me, treat that ho’ like police
feelin’ low with some drugs, pop that perc can get me right
i wasn’t f*ckin’ you for real, we was f*cking out of spite
got two hoes up on molly geeked up
and these f*ckass n*ggas can’t see us
and when we hop in the lamb, then speed up
got n*ggas mad that they can’t be us
oh well, kickin’ sh*t with my feet up
these n*ggas so lame, they peons
hop out, h*llcat, no nissan
i ran the pack back, n*gga like deion
i know shooters right now who love codeine
and that kid down your door if you owe me
where you was when a n*gga was lonely
went through drug war and fare for lights on
my first sippin’ was the yellow codeine
i drove the four in summer spritches like an og
my ex’s hit my phone, actin’ like they know me
she won’t get sh*t outta me, treat that ho’ like police
feelin’ low with some drugs, pop that perc can get me right
i wasn’t f*ckin’ you for real, we was f*cking out of spite
got two hoes up on molly geeked up
and these f*ckass n*ggas can’t see us
and when we hop in the lamb, then speed up
got n*ggas mad that they can’t be us
oh well, kickin’ sh*t with my feet up
these n*ggas so lame, they peons
hop out, h*llcat, no nissan
i ran the pack back, n*gga like deion
i know shooters right now who love codeine
and that kid down your door if you owe me
where you was when a n*gga was lonely
went through drug war and fare for lights on

- lil candy paint lyrics

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