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cody manson & shaaby – junkies كلمات اغاني

[post_chorus: cody manson]
dope, dope, dope, dope, dope
this that dope sh_t
dope, dope, dope, dope, dope
this that dope sh_t
dope, dope, dope, dope, dope
this that dope sh_t
pop it, snort it, smoke it, shoot it
any way to get that fix
[verse 1: shaaby]
aye, aye
wake up and pop me a thirty just to ease the pain away
i pour that titos in my cup, mix it with that pink lemonade
eyes in the back of my head, i hit the fade away
talk down on a punk b_tch, if you ain’t down to ride talking that talk
ain’t backing it up, i don’t give a f_ck
i’ma pull up, got yo mama brain that got dumped
mask off, i ain’t having no witnesses
purge sh_t, trife life done made it
yo business up in the kitchen, working, scr_ping them pots
all of them other junkies watch out for the opps
cooking that sh_t and they know it won’t stop
zombie mode and they drop
try to sneak me and i’ll pop
hundred rounds through yo head, won’t stop
ugh

[bridge: shaaby]
wake up and pop me a thirty just to ease the pain away (ease the pain away)
i pour that titos in my cup, i mix it with the lemonade (mix the lemonade)
my eyes go back in my head, i hit the fade away (hit the fade away)
my eyes go back in my head, i hit the fade away (hit the fade away)

[chorus: cody manson]
junkies in the kitchen
junkies in the living room
junkies on the front porch
junkies by the swimming pool (yah)
they robbing, shooting, stealing, scheming
hitting l!cks, pop it, snort it, smoke it, shoot it
any way to get that fix
[post_chorus: cody manson]
dope, dope, dope, dope, dope
this that dope sh_t
dope, dope, dope, dope, dope
this that dope sh_t
dope, dope, dope, dope, dope
this that dope sh_t
pop it, snort it, smoke it, shoot it
any way to get that fix

[verse 2: scum]
let it get addicted, doesn’t matter what your dope is
but once you’re hooked it’s hopeless
that mirror shows a fiend
and know that all this leads to h_ll with a noose is how your rope ends
could bathe in sanitizer but you’re still not going clean
and there’s nothing recreational with the habits i’m describing
while i might have sold my share of drugs, but it does not make me proud
it’s a one_way ride every junkie’s on and they got the devil driving
riding shotgun with no lights on and no use of the breaks allowed
now, how is it possible to go from doing something you enjoy to where it’s doing you is dead
f_ck addiction, lost my share of my loved ones
and this song is not about ’em, so don’t doubt it
i respect ’em more, my dead, hey
but don’t get mad if you go to break into my ride to steal a little something_something when i’m stomping on your face
i don’t wanna buy a tablet, i’m not giving you a dollar
keep your distance, keep it moving, and don’t make me catch a case
hey
[chorus: cody manson]
junkies in the kitchen
junkies in the living room
junkies on the front porch
junkies by the swimming pool (yah)
they robbing, shooting, stealing, scheming
hitting l!cks, pop it, snort it, smoke it, shoot it
any way to get that fix

[verse 3: cody manson]
posted in the gutter’s where you’re guaranteed to find me (find me)
down there with the leeches and the snakes where it gets slimy (slimy)
i’m a product of the grimy nineties, consistently grinding (yeah)
i keep that .45 right on my side, don’t wanna try me (yeah, yeah)
no visine, this big gas
on the west side of the kickback
you got a big mouth, i got a big strap
leave smog dripping of your big mac (pop pop pop)
you was faking from the jump
i knew better, didn’t see no friend in you (man)
i’m really about this life, i do that sh_t that you pretend to do (for real)
i say what’s on my mind, don’t give a f_ck if it’s offending you (for real)
i know some butcher brothers that’ll gladly disassemble you (triple m.f.d.)
just remember dude, you don’t really want these issues (uh uh)
’cause we ain’t copping deuces (nope), we just popping pistols (pop pop pop pop pop)
you not f_cking with me (naw)
and that’s just plain and simple (yah)
b_tch, you could not beat my ass if i was blind and crippled (hahahaha)
i’ll punch the nut up in your b_tches mouth, fill out her dimples (ooh)
and you won’t hear a thing about it ’cause she’s confidential

- cody manson shaaby

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