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Comethazine

Balls To The Wall

 

Balls To The Wall

(album: Comethazine The Album - 2021)


Cook that shit up, Quay!
Heat 'em up, let 'em dry like a raisin
Let that ho fall, ain't no ho saving
Bitch!
Comethazine in this bitch and I'm piped the fuck up

Heat 'em up, let 'em dry like a raisin
Let that ho fall, ain't no ho saving
Balls to the wall, go batshit crazy
I ain't tripping at all, 'cause I brought the 380
Cut like this 'cause a OG waiting (Bitch)
We spin blocks up in the old Mercedes (Oh, yeah)
We tote Glocks to see another day (Yeah)
They tell to my face, they ain't got nothing to say

Showed her the d-, showed her the dick and that little bitch ate it
556 to the face of who hating
And I can jack it off, no masturbation (Oh, yeah)
I said "Boy, what's the price of a facelift?"
I got him right in here, ain't have to pace it
Hit that man with a Russian AK clip
Knock out his noodles and sprinkle some Cajun

Heat 'em up, let 'em dry like a raisin
Let that ho fall, ain't no ho saving
Balls to the wall, go batshit crazy
I ain't tripping at all, 'cause I brought the 380
Cut like this 'cause a OG waiting (Bitch)
We spin blocks up in the old Mercedes (Oh, yeah)
We tote Glocks to see another day (Yeah)
They tell to my face, they ain't got nothing to say

Heat 'em up, let 'em dry like a raisin
Let that ho fall, ain't no ho saving
Balls to the wall, go batshit crazy
I ain't tripping at all, 'cause I brought the 380
Cut like this 'cause a OG waiting (Bitch)
We spin blocks up in the old Mercedes (Oh, yeah)
We tote Glocks to see another day (Yeah)
They tell to my face, they ain't got nothing to say

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