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johnny tra$h - basic witche$ كلمات الأغنية

they call me johnny johnny, presidente’, trashy mafia
cash the profit, find the bottom, start the pit and turn it up
crack a bottle, rip the throttle off and fall asleep with shakes –
find out every hoe’s got a head full of d-mn snakes
wanna get baked, honey? light that california bud
eat a couple rolls and i might rip the d-mn brakes off
empty all your bottles while you take all of them pills
then we’ll take it down to jumbo’s with a stack of dollar bills

if you wanted it golden, then consider this payment:
you’re famous
all that glitters is you and you’re so famous
so f-ckin’ famous

pistol full of perfume and whips on the dash
right now i gotta dip but maybe when i hit this hash
might figure out a way to hit the window, fall in place
pack it tight – loosen up, b-tch, roll the dice
get to whippin’ while she’s pickin’ fruit up out the garden
she don’t play no games, lil’ baby likes to get r-t-rded
put that liquor in her veins – she gon’ get it started
she’s on that straight tequila. she don’t sip bacardi
what the f-ck is she doing? i’m feelin s-xual tension
before american horror, life was easy as grippin’
and pinchin’ -sses of b-tches
them basic witches are rich as their daddy’s credit allows –
come drink with johnny, turn up

born and raised in the south, she’s a golden apparition
if you get her on that bottle, she’s a family tradition
if you come here tryin’ to preach, better do it with conviction
then swallow that pride –
this music is your new religion

if you’re basic, you’re basically foolishly foolin’ with a jaded
half-drunk miller high life crisis
king cake with creole cream cheese icing
life trippin, flip a b-tch, roundin up them westside women
ride or die, b-tch, can you get it?
you got the chills, feelin sh-tty, feelin illness?
dopesick and d-ck suckin’ til you pill-less?
nah you ain’t no pam tillis
shake the sugar tree, b-tch!
wesley willis
f-ckin with them numbers, i’ma keep it triple digits
they skeeted to the moon and i’m feelin synchronistic
pop it mistress. mystic crystal p-ssy britches
you got talent. let me see you stevie nix it, girl

- johnny trah

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