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Odd Squad - Coughee lyrics
[ Devin ] Hey muthafuckas, guess what I got I just came from the spot and I scooped up a pot Of this good coughee, I got it right up under my hat It's in a brown paper sack, it's a dime and it's fat Pass me a swisher so I can twist a Nice fat muthafuckin spliff for ya, mister Shit, cause I'm ready to get wired up First I lick the leaf and I tie it up Get the lighter and fire it up But bitch, when you get it don't be tryin to hit it hard So you cough and you joke and you slob and you fart Fuckin round with my coughee, bitch, you better be cautious Cause hoe, you know I roll big old horse dicks To keep you blowed higher than giraffe nut I spend my last ten even if I need a half cut My girlfriend trippin out she don't understand why I come in fucked up every night and I Drink about two or three coughees in the mornin (Bitch get off it, I gotta have coughee) I get high so I try to keep a whole pile on it (I gotta have coughee) So if you know where to get a fat dime, bitch, I want it (Bitch get off it, I gotta have coughee) Just go and get the weed, hoe, I got five on it (I gotta have coughee) [ Devin ] A nice good cup of coughee, somethin for your head I keep a sack on my back just like ( ? ) At your door in the morning, hoe, get up, roll a square I got some weed that's guaranteed to make your eyeballs bleed Not a dime this time but a nice fat quarter We call our shit coughee but we don't dip it in that water Just straight weed, muthafuckas, no sugar no cream Save all that shit for all them old school dopefiends This dedicated to my fellow coughee drinkers Like Corey, Dexter, Keith and Crhis, I like to thank y'all For comin by the crib when I'm broke to get a nigga full (Smokin that weed) and drinkin Schlitz Malt Liquor Bull Cause when I rap, that's all I need And a friend with weed, now that's a friend indeed Yo and since I'm unemployed and every day is my off-day I kick off my shoes and I booze and I choose to drink coughee [ CHORUS ] [ Devin ] I know your breath get stank (a-ha), your throat get dry (yeah) But I like gettin high, bitch, I'm blowed right now I got a brew in my hand, Lil' James can't understand Why we stumblin through the studio drunk again Drinkin coughee, eyes red, tight and shiny When the laws get behind me, yo, my nuts don't get tiny I just reach up under my seat and get my heat and get em off me Cause they took my driver's license but them bitches can't have my coughee (Gotta have coughee) Oh I gots to have coughee (Gotta have coughee) I said I gots to have coughee (Gotta have coughee) Don't fuck with my coughee (I gotta have coughee) Oh hoe, you know I'm finna go and score me some mo' and I be back in half an hour or so with some coughee (Gotta have coughee) What a nigga need is some coughee (Gotta have coughee) (Gotta have coughee) I gots to have sess (Gotta have coughee) I gots to have skunk (Gotta have coughee) I gots to have indo (Gotta have coughee) That shit ain't no punk (I gotta have coughee) |
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