Butter cup, double dipping
Different sauce for different taste
Got the asian for the zing and the mexi for the tang
Be flicking ashes in the grasses
Smoking hoes and bury they asses
Black holed as my heart
Tossing darts up into the dark
Lucky with the hits
You shooting blanks we never miss
Smoking on the homegrown
Corn fed i have to admit
Bread and butter spreading for a living
Sparking off to the comet
Popping E by the bus load
Getting her wet like a moat
When i say i don't drank that means with you
Fire in my breath
Getting tail like a rabbit on crack
All up in the after noon
Soft no skew of noodles in a storm
Wear my tech up like a jacket
Always has my back
But got your spine on torn
Smoking blunts up to the tip
Aye man i'm good off that spliff
Sparking another, sike you can't afford to split
Been killing the kitty, needing more ammo
Strumming her g string like a banjo
Wait who's got more swag than two chainz
Making love to your chick mane
Zeros in my bank account but it ain't got the million
Model shopping, don't pick it up if it ain't the brazilian
Vaughan will be on the creep with the pump sawed off
Vaughany popped the clip into the Crome plated .44
Vaughan Stacey - Kosmyc Bleu Lyrics
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Butter cup, double dipping
Different sauce for different taste
Got the asian for the zing and the mexi for the tang
Be flicking ashes in the grasses
Smoking hoes and bury they asses
Black holed as my heart
Tossing darts up into the dark
Lucky with the hits
You shooting blanks we never miss
Smoking on the homegrown
Corn fed i have to admit
Bread and butter spreading for a living
Sparking off to the comet
Popping E by the bus load
Getting her wet like a moat
When i say i don't drank that means with you
Fire in my breath
Getting tail like a rabbit on crack
All up in the after noon
Soft no skew of noodles in a storm
Wear my tech up like a jacket
Always has my back
But got your spine on torn
Smoking blunts up to the tip
Aye man i'm good off that spliff
Sparking another, sike you can't afford to split
Been killing the kitty, needing more ammo
Strumming her g string like a banjo
Wait who's got more swag than two chainz
Making love to your chick mane
Zeros in my bank account but it ain't got the million
Model shopping, don't pick it up if it ain't the brazilian
Vaughan will be on the creep with the pump sawed off
Vaughany popped the clip into the Crome plated .44
Different sauce for different taste
Got the asian for the zing and the mexi for the tang
Be flicking ashes in the grasses
Smoking hoes and bury they asses
Black holed as my heart
Tossing darts up into the dark
Lucky with the hits
You shooting blanks we never miss
Smoking on the homegrown
Corn fed i have to admit
Bread and butter spreading for a living
Sparking off to the comet
Popping E by the bus load
Getting her wet like a moat
When i say i don't drank that means with you
Fire in my breath
Getting tail like a rabbit on crack
All up in the after noon
Soft no skew of noodles in a storm
Wear my tech up like a jacket
Always has my back
But got your spine on torn
Smoking blunts up to the tip
Aye man i'm good off that spliff
Sparking another, sike you can't afford to split
Been killing the kitty, needing more ammo
Strumming her g string like a banjo
Wait who's got more swag than two chainz
Making love to your chick mane
Zeros in my bank account but it ain't got the million
Model shopping, don't pick it up if it ain't the brazilian
Vaughan will be on the creep with the pump sawed off
Vaughany popped the clip into the Crome plated .44
Writer: Vaughan Stacey
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