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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Vocals
Aristos Petrou
Aristos Petrou
Vocals
Budd Dwyer
Budd Dwyer
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Songwriter
Aristos Petrou
Aristos Petrou
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Budd Dwyer
Budd Dwyer
Producer

Lyrics

Codeine, which you all know is syrup I started drinkin' it because I'm from the south, New Orleans And, umm, we grew up on UGK and on, umm, Geto Boys and all And-and people been drinkin' syrup for years Still riding with my devils, ain't shit changed Gun to my temple, sharpen up the blade Feel the motherfuckin' phonk like it's '93 Grim Reaper in a Jeep when I hit the streets Motherfuckers better hide, better duck quick (what? What?) It's the Sandman, better run, shit Switch back to my old ways, old days Pill bottles in the cabinet, can't feel my face, ayy (can't feel my face) Baby, fuck what they say Full of drugs, can't feel my face Baby, fuck what they say Full of drugs, can't feel my face Dope in a bag (bag), brown-yellow rock (rock) They don't know Slick (Slick), they don't know the block (block) Tell me what you want (want), Tech or the Wock' (Wock') Say the world is yours, got your world in my sock (my sock) Hoes tryna fuck (fuck), hoes tryna lock (lock) Eat that bitch's box, suck my dick, give me top (top) I cannot forget medicating with Gelatto (Gelatto) Car sports model and my gun be semi-auto Lately, trip a lot (lot), lately, sip a lot (lot) Scripts from my doc (doc), finesse him like a cop, ayy Baby, fuck what they say (three houses, two cars) Full of drugs, can't feel my face (I'm a boss, facts) Three houses, two cars, I'm a boss, facts Spent a hunnid thou', suckin' all my snot back (yeah) Fuckin' duckin', that's a small quack Blowin' out a broad's back I can't fuckin' cum 'cause my dick is numb and all that Fall back, I'ma call back (sike) Where my dogs at? Linin' up the chalk fat Yeah, her ass left, but she brought it back Shorty pointin' at that shit, so I bought her that Baby, fuck what they say (fuck 'em) Full of drugs, can't feel my face Baby (ayy), fuck what they say (fuck 'em) Next time they talk, I'ma fuck their face Reach into my pocket, yeah, I fuckin' got it Ooh, that shit was fire like the bottom of a rocket Blunt full of gossip just so I don't vomit (blah) Never play it cautious, could give a fuck if I lost it Fuck a four, yeah, give me 30 O's It's time to fuckin' go It's time to fuckin' go Baby, fuck what they say Full of drugs, can't feel my face Baby, fuck what they say Full of drugs, can't feel my face (I can't stop now) Baby, fuck what they say Full of drugs, can't feel my face (I can't stop now) Baby, fuck what they say Full of drugs, can't feel my face Baby, fuck what they say Full of drugs, can't feel my face (I can't stop now) Baby, fuck what they say Full of drugs, can't feel my face
Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Scott Arcenaux Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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