MOURNTEO - VIOLET / NICOTINE Lyrics

Dip it one time
Prime beef slime
Popeyes chicken bangin' with them busty thighs (OHKAY)
Got me three granny bitches cookin' up the pies (GRANNY SMITH)
I been eatin' too much Violet pint-size

Where'd... my... glasses... go
Blind steering freeway in the Bronco
One hand stickin' throttle on the gearbox (Brrrap brap brap brap)
O.J. Simpson locked up in the boondocks

Stop... that... pussy shit gang hangin' with paddles we spankin' and you naggin
(OH DADDY)

From Toronto but I don't give a damn (No way)
Swedish blanco, white dressing with the ham (Vagina)
Drizzle chocolate sauce all up in the lamb
Put you six feet under in the grave next to Abraham (Six feet bitch)

Lincoln sports package red velvet seats blood (SUWOO!)
Bicken back being bool, tennis brace flood
Camo Gucci socks come up to my waist
Then I hide the fifty clip shoot shoot copy then it paste (DOOP)

But do you know that I sting like a bumblebee (BZZ BZZ)
Bitch shut the f*ck up you know thats a simile (Uh huh)
Band 30 racks that I take to a shopping spree
And I'll let you know... that ain't hyperbole (No way!)
(That ain't hyperbole)
(That ain't hyperbole)

Stop... drop... and rollllllllllll
Everyone in the club go and lose controllllll

Niko Bellic side swiping on your credit card
Grove street, green packers, throwing up the thirty yards
Six shards, rainbow coloured, boy you is not hard (PUSSY)
Rat hoe bitch you should never put down your guard

Hit me up man what you need, use me up for all your greed
I got problems and nosebleeds but I still be doing business pickin' up my f*ckin' speed (Skrt skrt)

Smokin' gas, lightin' boof, hardened benzene (GAS)
Dealin' molly bags in the back of the canteen
$1.30 come in gallons just like gasoline
Slap you on the shoulder like a brand new patch of nicotine (Like a what?)
Like a brand new patch of nicotine (Lil bitch)

Blow it back, Blow it back
Blow it back, Blow it back
Blow it back, Blow it back
Blow it back, Blow it back

Pumpin' the shotty with lead in the trace and the fog of war keep me hidden with grace (HAH)
Got a pitbull and he barkin' with force, four times put the coochie in hearse

Blow it back, Blow it back
Blow it back, Blow it back
Blow it back, Blow it back
Blow it back, Blow it back

Staple your face to the wall in the silence, young tajjo in a coupe with two sirens
Belt buckle shine like chandelier, price on your head got the blood it'll smear

Hoe you look like a veggie, got you steaming with a choppa lil baby (BUH)
Wavey, f*cking Bradey and Casey, drop the top on a brand new Mercedes (MOMMA)
Sippin' Bailey, the gin, and the tonic, meth head got me runnin' like Sonic (ZOOOOOM)
Lord of the Underworld, I'm underwhelmed, sacrifice three bandos upon to himself

I don't give a f*ck about what you heard, uppercut now your vision is blurred (GONE)
Blurring the lines of this dialogue, take you back got you working with analogue
Lick the back of a toxic tree frog, hallucinate, and now I woke up in Prague
(WHAT THE FUCK?)
Lookin' at me with those damn puppy eyes, Donald and Putin been sent by the spies (YUH)

Blow it back, Blow it back
Blow it back, Blow it back
Blow it back, Blow it back
Blow it back, Blow it back

Pumpin' the shotty with lead in the trace and the fog of war keep me hidden with grace (HAH)
Got a pitbull and he barkin' with force, four times put the coochie in hearse

Blow it back, Blow it back
Blow it back, Blow it back
Blow it back, Blow it back
Blow it back, Blow it back

Staple your face to the wall in the silence, young tajjo in a coupe with two sirens
Belt buckle shine like chandelier, price on your head got the blood it'll smear