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Fuzzy Dice Balls

by COMETHAZINE X JOEY TRAP

[Intro: Comethazine]
Nigga, I'm off so many pills right now, so I'm sayin'
(So I'm sayin')
Making some motherfuckin' grape juice with the Wock', Wockhardt
Wock', Wock'
I feel like Slump God in this bitch
Look, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy

[Chorus: Comethazine]
No roof when the baby go old school
'92 fuzzy dice balls, like a snool
Boof'd out, boof pack in the booth
VVS on my wrist, like hand on my tool
Turn a nigga to a running back
Pussy pop it for a couple back

[Verse 1: Comethazine]
Do-rag feeling like a bow-wow
Make a pussy run from the pounce-out
Pussy come [?] sound like she bounce-out
Old school G with the bop-out
Make the niggas hot, like the cops out
I fucked on that bitch, then I popped out (Ayy)
I can only fuck with a model bitch
Money be fatter than hippopotamus
All of my niggas are from the bottom, bitch
Leave a hole in a nigga like, "Who shot you, bitch?" (Yuh)
Leave a nigga toes like a strudel
Your bitch lick my bone like a poodle

[Chorus: Comethazine & Joey Trap]
No roof when the baby go old school
'92 fuzzy dice balls, like a snool
Boof'd out, boof pack in the booth
VVS on my wrist, like hand on my tool
Turn a nigga to a running back
Pussy pop it for a couple back (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2: Joey Trap]
Bitch in a [?] Kloud
God, what the fuck
Like I'm pourin' water from the dirt (It's me)
Countin' up a thousand, what the fuck
If you see a girl, I'm 'bout to tag
Take a lot of acid and I say I'm on a trip
I be countin' hunnids at the crib
Run up on a nigga, then you 'bout to meet the tip
'Cause you know, four cops banging on [?]
Like, deep in that submarine
You say you hot, but you wannabe
Hate when they run from me
Turn down no fate, and that's honesty
She in my limousine, sippin' promethazine
Me and Comethazine sleepy
Poke with that nicotine, head like a guillotine
She watching TV, she freaky, yeah
You like Home Depot, got work
Pull up, put you on a shirt
Pull up, put you in the dirt
Do like Home Depot, my pockets are [?]
Mad cause your bank account [?]
Do like Home Depot, my niggas is evil
I'm sellin' Cobain, got that Kurt
[?], my money is longer
Now I feel like Lil Uzi Vert
Okay, now, your girlfriend told me she like how I'm rappin'
Wait, never look like cheat on you, my dick like it's a Chap
Stick
Now I look at my belt, it's a Fendi, like, "Mmm"
Fuck on your girl, sippin' Henny, like, "Mmm"
I change my flow, I got plenty, like, "Mmm"
Talkin' 'bout guns we got plenty, like, "Mmm"
I got a 30 clip
I got a 30 clip (I got a 30)