SometimesItCostMoneyToBeAJunkie by KiL BiNTON Lyrics
[Verse 1: Kobanoshi]
Baby girl
Pull on my dreads
Whenever I fuck on her clit
Baby girl
Moanin in bed whenever
I bite on her lip
Smoking a cig little bitch
Don’t give a fuck what you think bitch
I stay swervin
When I hit the road
Getting tatted
All over me tho
Black out my eyes
When I’m on the strip
I grip the nine
Pussy boy take a rest
Crush a pill snort a line
Just to function
Clout goggles on
I swear I can function
So fucked up ceddy has to light a cig
Slowly shakin I’m alright little bitch
Omg I just wanna die
Yuh
Swervin an swervin
All through the night
Yuh
Omg I just wanna die
Yuh
Hang out this fuckin whip
Yuh
[Verse 2: Ceddy]
All these niggas in my dms tryna get up on our bag
I be mad
Dead kings and a dead president
I wish
My wrist
Didn’t look like this
I pop a pill
No press
Maybe a little bit
Cuz I’m a mess
You ain’t selling packs like me
You act like me
But mad that you ain’t black like me
No class like me
Mad that your ass ain’t fat like me
I fuck her on the posturepedic
Brought the heater
Told him beat it
Michael Jackson thriller
I’m a killer
I’m a demon
Fuck the system
And your way of living
I don’t need it
Swerving for no reason uh
Bonita Bonita
She say she a libra so I know that we finna get the shit uh
Why you always drinking whiskey
Sippin
Getting tipsy
Flippin caught you slippin like huh
After all this shit you still continue
Nigga acting like we miss you
I’m so sorry heres a tissue
Baby girl
Pull on my dreads
Whenever I fuck on her clit
Baby girl
Moanin in bed whenever
I bite on her lip
Smoking a cig little bitch
Don’t give a fuck what you think bitch
I stay swervin
When I hit the road
Getting tatted
All over me tho
Black out my eyes
When I’m on the strip
I grip the nine
Pussy boy take a rest
Crush a pill snort a line
Just to function
Clout goggles on
I swear I can function
So fucked up ceddy has to light a cig
Slowly shakin I’m alright little bitch
Omg I just wanna die
Yuh
Swervin an swervin
All through the night
Yuh
Omg I just wanna die
Yuh
Hang out this fuckin whip
Yuh
[Verse 2: Ceddy]
All these niggas in my dms tryna get up on our bag
I be mad
Dead kings and a dead president
I wish
My wrist
Didn’t look like this
I pop a pill
No press
Maybe a little bit
Cuz I’m a mess
You ain’t selling packs like me
You act like me
But mad that you ain’t black like me
No class like me
Mad that your ass ain’t fat like me
I fuck her on the posturepedic
Brought the heater
Told him beat it
Michael Jackson thriller
I’m a killer
I’m a demon
Fuck the system
And your way of living
I don’t need it
Swerving for no reason uh
Bonita Bonita
She say she a libra so I know that we finna get the shit uh
Why you always drinking whiskey
Sippin
Getting tipsy
Flippin caught you slippin like huh
After all this shit you still continue
Nigga acting like we miss you
I’m so sorry heres a tissue