Testo Bodeine Brazy

José Hendrix
Huh

I been off codeine, I'm still takin' Xanax
The Perkies, they callin', I pick up, I answer
I bust in her mouth, I'm inhaling this cancer
Just poured up persistent, some red in a Fanta
I might pop a mid and make love to a dancer Bitch like an 8, I be fuckin' 11's
But fuck it, tonight I'ma lower my standards
Fuck on my bitch from the Chi and Atlanta, uh
Won't see me work, none my shooters on camera
Cut off some niggas and went ran my bands up
I was just servin' that food from the bando
Just bought a carbon with fifty extendo
Shoot up the avenue, shoot up a function
I might up the bitch and just shoot up for nothin'
You go, we gon' go, we gon' shoot out in public
Might do Balenci but won't do no Runner, huh

Huh, I get you right to the earth with a button
I just give the gesture, won't be no discussion
Then fuck on a bitch I just met out in London I just took a Perc' and just pull it together
Swervin' the work through the rain and the thunder
Biscotti the smoke, like to sip in the 'Raris
Zip-lining with baddies but negative balance
I get aroused when I look at her body
I pray to God don't get stuck with a thottie
But keep a few round case the police try to find me
Gotta keep me some options, this life shit get wonky, huh
Save a few checks
Then I'ma go Eliantte my neck
Fuck her, I go pristine my Patek
I'm tryna fuck Angie Vish on the jet
Know that lil' pussy get drippity wet
Then I'ma go Eliantte my neck
Fuck her and go and pristine my Patek
I'm tryna fuck Angie Vish on the jet
Know that lil' pussy get drip, yeah, it wet
Made a few, Maison, McQueen how I step
Don't call my phone, said it's green, I sit back
I get you shot up, you bleed out the neck
Caught me a stain, now I'm sleepin' on Tech

I been off codeine, I'm still takin' Xanax
The Perkies, they callin', I pick up, I answer
I bust in her mouth, I'm inhaling this cancer
Just poured up persistent, some red in a Fanta
I might pop a mid and make love to a dancer
Bitch like an 8, I be fuckin' 11's
But fuck it, tonight I'ma lower my standards
Fuck on my bitch from the Chi and Atlanta, uh
Won't see me work, none my shooters on camera
Cut off some niggas and went ran my bands up
I was just servin' that food from the bando
Just bought a carbon with fifty extendo
Shoot up the avenue, shoot up a function
I might up the bitch and just shoot up for nothin'
You go, we gon' go, we gon' shoot out in public
Might do Balenci but won't do no Runner, huh