citgo Lyrics – Sethy P
Singer: Sethy P
Title: citgo
Shawty be tripping she tryna call both phones
Ooh i’m so high, that i think i’m gone phone home
I took his b#tch now he yelling out oh no
I got them p’s i got chew for the low-low
Ran out of papers i’m back at the citgo
I’m high as hell got my feet on the tenth floor
Pull out the metro i’m calling up petsco
Still on the lean but i quit all the benzos
Brand new balencis, hell no they not shell toes
Stay on the track but this ain’t a railroad
b#tch i been posted i feel like a scarecrow
She let me hit cause i was her ringtone
Go back and forth i call that sh#t ping-pong
Left his #ss dead now he need a tombstone
All bout my bread i feel like a crouton
Pockets got fat i’m calling them jim jones
Smelling like pack i’m gone in a skat pack
Lose so much weight it gave me six pack
Talking bout beef, he wanted a big mac
They see the braids now they think i’m riff raff
Room full of b#tches i call that a kick back
Yo b#tch is nasty she need a tic tac
Running from 12, got the weed in my back pack
If we ain’t homies you know that yo b#tch crashed
I’m speaking big facts, i’m on a big pill
Beat up her rib cage, ask how her ribs feel
Ain’t signing sh#t, unless its a big deal
Go on the block got i’m thinking he o’neal
…now little b#tch i get paid for yo toe nails
Choke out a b#tch i’m grabbing her pig tails
b#tch i got big guests, i need a big scale
I got two b#tches, no there ain’t no third wheel
This ain’t no ‘tussin i’m sipping that real deal
No i’m not capping i’m really for real real
Shawty was tripping i gave her a chill pill
b#tch i been stacking this money for real real
Shawty be tripping she tryna call both phones
Ooh i’m so high, that i think i’m gone phone home
I took his b#tch now he yelling out oh no
I got them p’s i got chew for the low-low
Ran out of papers i’m back at the citgo
I’m high as hell got my feet on the tenth floor
Pull out the metro i’m calling up petsco
Still on the lean but i quit all the benzos
Came in this bih wit a pistol
But you wouldn’t know it unless you got issues
Fa fa
Get shot won’t diss you
Married to money so no i can’t kiss you
Shawty going dumb like a whistle
I know that all of these n#gg#s be see through
Beam on my 9 i see you
I keep a weapon it’s lethal
She show me t#tt#es like peek-a-boo
You met with the judge and you told the truth
She sucked my dick and never told you
n#gg#s be mad but that’s old news
You going out bad and you know it too
Young n#gg# i’m turnt like goku
Run up on me get burnt like soul food
n#gg# no cap, i’m telling the whole truth
Shawty be tripping she tryna call both phones
Ooh i’m so high, that i think i’m gone phone home
I took his b#tch now he yelling out oh no
I got them p’s i got chew for the low-low
Ran out of papers i’m back at the citgo
I’m high as hell got my feet on the tenth floor
Pull out the metro i’m calling up petsco
Still on the lean but i quit all the benzos
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