addys (feat. G5)
Chris Sydd
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Tune my brain up, put that Wockhardt in that Fanta! Pretty Señoritas waitin' on me in Atlanta Me and lil shawty, takin' pictures, going fed Takin' all my scripts, and i'm chasin' to that bread! Addys and i'm not goin' to bed Off these addys, and i'm not goin' to bed All these melodies, all these melodies in my head And im gon' keep on grindin', till I end up fuckin' dead Addys and i'm not goin' to bed Off these addys, and i'm not goin' to bed All these melodies, all these melodies in my head And im gon' keep on grindin', till I end up fuckin' dead (Let's rock!) Open up your third eye, fuckin' witcha mind! I'm not from this planet baby, i'm the last of my kind Gettin' sued for my samples, levels to this shit (Yea) Had my wrists slit, ever since I was a jit (No one saved me) 901 Baby, yeah we up in the trees! (Swang) We all held hands, and we took LSD From Orange Mound to Grape Street, check my fuckin' status (Ppsychedelic!) Hop up out the Hellcat and the hoes lookin' at us! (They don't get it) Remember on 29th, had to serve my fiends (Hell yeah!) M on my ass, Evisu Jeans! I know I lied baby, but dontchu lie to me Got a foreign bitch, that don't wear Maybelline (Let's get it) In this game, it's a murder business Depression kickin' in, gon fall in the Abyss (Ooou oou) Was a loner in high school, 'til I found my own tune (Lalalaaaa) Now imma f*ck around and make $80 million by next June (June) Free all my apes, they all in a cell F*ck all my opps, send they ass to hell Yeah, chop it up like a sample! Ain't no nigga I can't handle! Stomp you out like a blunt Smokin' on Carti Runtz! 30, Raccs on me like Drakeo the Ruler! No, Icebox, I ain't frontin' no jeweler (It's Johnny Dang!) Tune my brain up, put that Wockhardt in that Fanta! Pretty Señoritas waitin' on me in Atlanta Me and lil shawty, takin' pictures, going fed Takin' all my scripts, and i'm chasin' to that bread! Addys and i'm not goin' to bed Off these addys, and i'm not goin' to bed All these melodies, all these melodies in my head And im gon' keep on grindin', till I end up fuckin' dead I'm just tryna get up on this money route He gone keep running his mouth Tryna get away from clout That shit had me foaming out (Don't know what you had expected Now I'm feeling so damn reckless) Turn up on me baby I know I drive you crazy But that don't mean go changing The things that make you my lady (My lady) Cus I need you to save me (Okay!) Bae be my captain Stacy (Yea yea!) When all these things go hazy Need you in my mind to chase me Off this fucking cliff Smoking on a spliff (Yuh yuh!) It's the only thing that's keeping me from the abyss Turn up on me baby yeah you know just what this is Tryna get the money im tryna feed my kids I done popped out Tryna see what's good wit y'all but it's a mosh now They been peeping my new vision and the cost now They can see where I been tryna end the loss now So forgive me if I'm dying never cop out
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