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Drunken Words lyrics

Performer Killa Chronic

Drunken Words song lyrics by Killa Chronic official

Drunken Words is a song in English

Hold up homeboy it's time to focus fast
We in this bitch sabes que we gotta show some class
Well hold up they know us and know we don't give a fuck
Well let's just kick some real shit but spit it drunk
Drunken words sober thoughts

Hold up homeboy it's time to focus fast
We in this bitch sabes que we gotta show some class
Well hold up they know us and know we don't give a fuck
Well let's just kick some real shit but spit it drunk
Drunken words sober thoughts

You're fuckin with the pimp shop spittin wicked flows
Gutter state of mind we creative criminals
Better than the drugs that's goin through your arms and in your nose
All my homies smokin dodi sippin lean and hittin hoes
I'm a pro with a giant sized agenda
You lookin for me I'm the one you're findin in your sister
You lookin at the watch you see the climate is December
Got your mama quick to bend over for Riser and the Killa
I'm not about to whimper
I pop out a pretender
My heart turns cold when the oxycontin enters
And I'm feelin like a winner and your bitch ya gonna lose her
I'm that pussy abuser give her dick and I confuse her
Cause when we in the moment I'ma whisper in her ear
But once we finish bonin diss her now she sheddin tears
You comin with that gum bunpin my boys are whippin rears
Gangstas switchin gears from little licks to big careers
And I'll rap but they'll throw you off a Corpus Christi peer
And I'll see it on the news sippin fruit punch joose
Hold up

Hold up homeboy it's time to focus fast
We in this bitch sabes que we gotta show some class
Well hold up they know us and know we don't give a fuck
Well let's just kick some real shit but spit it drunk
Drunken words sober thoughts

Hold up homeboy it's time to focus fast
We in this bitch sabes que we gotta show some class
Well hold up they know us and know we don't give a fuck
Well let's just kick some real shit but spit it drunk
Drunken words sober thoughts

We smoke the brightest colored dro to the darkest green creeper
Came in and took contro
Call us team leaders
Put my faith in the Lord I let him be my dream weaver
But I still like to pour lean and mix with three liter
I'm a chiefer
I might pop a Vicodin
Colorful pills tell your kids that's not a vitamin
Comfortable chill catch me ridin and reclinin in
That LS me and Jet Li findin vagina to slide up in
I might pop kolonopin
Pop it with a Heineken
Have the fattest bitches body lookin like a violin
Curvy face is purty vision turnin to a tunnel
But this broad's as drunk as me so underneath her it's a puddle
So now we in a huddle who's taggin who?
Purple dragon joose got the circle actin loose
Still my words attractin hoochies
We got the brew we got the weed we got the keys
To the hotel suite
Tell hoes to go tell freaks
Cop attitude downgrade them to the motel six
Go eat your bitch out tonight homie you gon smell this
Dick

Hold up homeboy it's time to focus fast
We in this bitch sabes que we gotta show some class
Well hold up they know us and know we don't give a fuck
Well let's just kick some real shit but spit it drunk
Drunken words sober thoughts
Hold up homeboy it's time to focus fast
We in this bitch sabes que we gotta show some class
Well hold up they know us and know we don't give a fuck
Well let's just kick some real shit but spit it drunk
Drunken words sober thoughts
Lyrics copyright : legal lyrics licensed by Lyricfind.
No unauthorized reproduction of lyric.
Writer: Maximiliano Villa
Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid

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