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BKTHERULA

Detox

 

Detox


Okay, okay, yeah (Yo)
Okay, okay, yeah, yeah
Okay, okay (Yeah, yeah)
Lean? L-E-A-N

Too much drugs, so I need a detox
But it's too much pain, so I need damn drugs
Too many hoes in my fucking inbox
I find happiness in my muhfucking earplugs
I don't give a fuck about the fame, fuck that shit
All y'all niggas lying on my name, cut that shit
Now you niggas cap on everything, but that shit
Love Santana putting you on game, trust that shit
Trust that shit, fuck that bitch
I can't be no jay, I ain't tweaking off of that shit
Trust that shit, fuck that bitch
Love Santana putting you on game, trust that shit

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, fuck that shit
Yeah, ayy, yeah, yeah
Ayy, fuck that bitch

You need to get on your shit tonight
Yo' nigga a bitch, in my crib tonight
Hoes on a nigga, left and right
See yo' brother with me, but no pressure in sight
These niggas ain't real, like, "Yeah, a'ight"
Cartier but my VVS bite
Runtz on me, so I'm high as a kite
Niggas pussy as fuck, fleshlight
Ba-bad bitch, wanna test drive
Walk in, got a bitch life
Destiny's Child, I must have arrived
These .223's make your bitch ask [?]
It's 2:09, man I'm sleep deprived
Don't nobody know how I'm feeling this high
I walk in that ho with a Glick on my side
No second chances, no revives
No second chances, can't do that
This MAC-11 turn a nigga blue black
I'm high as fuck, yeah I feel blue black
I'mma manifest so I see these racks
VVS, drip or drown like that
What you say gang? Yo' bitch like that
See the V yes, ho' that's on my back
And [?] all we know, [?]
And I'm still in the cut, nigga
With them [?] on, you a fuck nigga
With yo' damn fingers on what trigger?
Hiding that lil' nigga, in love nigga
I cannot cuff no nigga
Wanna feature from me? No nigga
I cannot trust no nigga
Fuck what you saying, this a talent show nigga
SRT, go nigga
In real life, you a ho nigga
Headshot, now they mind blown nigga
Yo' bitch wanna damn blow a nigga
[?] in my toes nigga
I can't hang amongst those niggas
Got the Glock at my shows nigga
She fucking with the damn flow nigga

Too much drugs, so I need a detox
But it's too much pain, so I need damn drugs
Too many hoes in my fucking inbox
I find happiness in my muhfucking earplugs
I don't give a fuck about the fame, fuck that shit
All y'all niggas lying on my name, cut that shit
Now all you niggas cap on everything, but that shit
Love Santana putting you on game, trust that shit
Trust that shit, fuck that bitch
I can't be no jay, I ain't tweaking off of that shit
Trust that shit, fuck that bitch
Love Santana putting you on game, trust that shit

Yeah, yeah

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