CURREN$Y - Chilled Coughphee lyrics

rate me

I'm Puffin

I never get enough in

I never cook coke up on the stovetop

But I'm stuffin these nuts up in the guts of a slut no doubt

But it's trapped inside a rubber

Should I flush that hoe out?

To use again? Well it depends do I have another one

I cuss for fun

Too cool to have to buss a gun

I don't have to duck and run

I could fuck a bum up quick

But that's some tenth grade shit

And it's all about chillin smilin laughin

So you know I'm willin hollin and I'm grabbin

At a freak before I leave best believe I'm weeded

You rollin that billie jean bitch BEAT IT

And you see that we the niggaz who smoke the most

Niggaz propose a toast from coast to coast

But it don't even matter whose the highest

Cause if it ain't dope

Their ain't no hope

They ain't gone buy it

Yeeeaaa

Quarter tank of gas in my seven one double S

Quarter bag mostly shake but this ol have to due I guess

GPS loaded with the coordinates

Of this bitch crib to receive love and nourishment

In the form of joints rolled, Drinks pourred

Her in nothing but a robe, playin her roll

I saw the mack when I was only 11 years old

And I swore to never be a simp for a hoe

Approach the closed do'

It crack open before my eyes

Shorty with a doubie of her own I am not surprised

Cause I don't kick it on the low

With no bitches that don't get high

Serve me a to go plate and ask if I want her to drive

Cause I got far too much on my mind

Industrial size gears I'm caught in a grind

At your grandma's house

Plastic cover the couch

Before I sit down

She question me for smellin like a pound