CITIZEN KANE by Thouxanbanfauni Lyrics
[Intro]
Oh shit Milan, what you cooking up?
Capsule Corp
Rose bud
Turn the beat up louder in the headphones
Capsule Corp
Turn the headphones up louder
Whatever
[Verse]
Rosebud, rosebud
Rosebud, rosebud
I keep all typa drugs
I'm on all typa drugs
Rosebud, rosebud
Rosebud, rosebud
Feed her all typa drugs
Now she addicted to mud
Rosebud, rosebud
Rosebud, rosebud
Drinking that Jupiter juice
Shawty, I visit her soon
Rosebud, rosebud
Rosebud, rosebud
She insane when she sober
Rolling rocks from thе mud
Fucking that bitch so good she [?]
[?]
Got a bag, I gotta recoup
Yeah, yеah
Basquiat, Bob Ross
I'm tryna articulate
Paint that face like Mary Kay
Want a bag for nothing at all
It ain't no debate
Your jobs to hold the K
Yeah, yeah
Watch how it dissolve
Bubble up in that soda
Crystals when we pour up
Ooh, ooh
Don't cry over no spilled milk
But if you drop this cup
Square up, then get folded
I ain't gotta show no love
The fuck you did for us
You the same nigga that folded
Capsule Corp
Ain't really gotta do much
Yeah she say I ain't shit
But know I get shit done
Stay in contact and touch bases
I can't even keep in touch
I can't even keep in touch
Can't even stay in touch, can't even stay in touch
I can't even stay in touch
We don't do keep-up
And I don't play catch-up
Nigga know wassup
Shawty know wassup
Do it how I want
Did it how I does
Now you hit me up
Now you wish me love
Now you see wassup
Now you see wassup
Now you see wassup
Now you see wassup
Now they see wassup
I don't give a shit, a damn or a fuck
Fuck up out my face
You around me worst case scenario I catch a case
Good wit, good luck, god's grace
How I even got these racks
And survive with all this weight
Get money don't know how to act
Get racks can't even behave
Got a Glock to protect that bag
Pick-pocket, niggas pocket watch at that
Got a Glock for ya cataracts
Got a Glock for ya cataracts
Don't trust no little rat
Niggas will stab yo back and try to profit off of that
Oh you think I'm trash
In the hood with a big ass garbage bag, stuffed with cash
Cash, cash, cash, cash
In the whip with a big ass garbage bag and it's stuffed with cash
Cash, cash, cash, cash
Garbage bag, trash bag, duffle bag, backpack
Cash, cash
Louie, Gucci, Prada, Fendi bag anything around that
Suitcase, new case, put it in that bag
Laptop, [?]
[?] off the porch, hopped up off of that
Big foreign hoe imported
Lots of drugs sex
Then export her through that water
[?] or a Phantom if you could afford it
[?] prolly trick her out, she old enough to be yo daughter
Oh shit Milan, what you cooking up?
I could smash yo daughter
Pass her of [?] lil Jj in that order
Capsule Corp
What the fuck you told her
Capsule Corp
What the fuck you told her
Oh shit Milan, what you cooking up?
Capsule Corp
Rose bud
Turn the beat up louder in the headphones
Capsule Corp
Turn the headphones up louder
Whatever
[Verse]
Rosebud, rosebud
Rosebud, rosebud
I keep all typa drugs
I'm on all typa drugs
Rosebud, rosebud
Rosebud, rosebud
Feed her all typa drugs
Now she addicted to mud
Rosebud, rosebud
Rosebud, rosebud
Drinking that Jupiter juice
Shawty, I visit her soon
Rosebud, rosebud
Rosebud, rosebud
She insane when she sober
Rolling rocks from thе mud
Fucking that bitch so good she [?]
[?]
Got a bag, I gotta recoup
Yeah, yеah
Basquiat, Bob Ross
I'm tryna articulate
Paint that face like Mary Kay
Want a bag for nothing at all
It ain't no debate
Your jobs to hold the K
Yeah, yeah
Watch how it dissolve
Bubble up in that soda
Crystals when we pour up
Ooh, ooh
Don't cry over no spilled milk
But if you drop this cup
Square up, then get folded
I ain't gotta show no love
The fuck you did for us
You the same nigga that folded
Capsule Corp
Ain't really gotta do much
Yeah she say I ain't shit
But know I get shit done
Stay in contact and touch bases
I can't even keep in touch
I can't even keep in touch
Can't even stay in touch, can't even stay in touch
I can't even stay in touch
We don't do keep-up
And I don't play catch-up
Nigga know wassup
Shawty know wassup
Do it how I want
Did it how I does
Now you hit me up
Now you wish me love
Now you see wassup
Now you see wassup
Now you see wassup
Now you see wassup
Now they see wassup
I don't give a shit, a damn or a fuck
Fuck up out my face
You around me worst case scenario I catch a case
Good wit, good luck, god's grace
How I even got these racks
And survive with all this weight
Get money don't know how to act
Get racks can't even behave
Got a Glock to protect that bag
Pick-pocket, niggas pocket watch at that
Got a Glock for ya cataracts
Got a Glock for ya cataracts
Don't trust no little rat
Niggas will stab yo back and try to profit off of that
Oh you think I'm trash
In the hood with a big ass garbage bag, stuffed with cash
Cash, cash, cash, cash
In the whip with a big ass garbage bag and it's stuffed with cash
Cash, cash, cash, cash
Garbage bag, trash bag, duffle bag, backpack
Cash, cash
Louie, Gucci, Prada, Fendi bag anything around that
Suitcase, new case, put it in that bag
Laptop, [?]
[?] off the porch, hopped up off of that
Big foreign hoe imported
Lots of drugs sex
Then export her through that water
[?] or a Phantom if you could afford it
[?] prolly trick her out, she old enough to be yo daughter
Oh shit Milan, what you cooking up?
I could smash yo daughter
Pass her of [?] lil Jj in that order
Capsule Corp
What the fuck you told her
Capsule Corp
What the fuck you told her