Top Songs By CMDWN
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I can't sleep, tell the pharmacy that codeine's the answer
Only smokin' 'Woods, I heard them Belmont's give you cancer
Leanin' off codeine, SUV, it smell like Backwoods
Got me talkin' backwards, haters call me Lucky Bastard
Diamonds all on me, bitches see them diamonds dancin'
Said she just a dancer, we know she mean go-go dancer
Stealing gifts for Christmas, growin' up we never had none
Grew up in the hood so we ain't never seen no Santa
[Verse 2]
These **** rate my songs, ay, these bitches be playin' my songs, ay
Met a little ho on Sunday, bet I fuck the lil' bitch by Monday
Don't need no fiancee, need a queen B like Beyoncé
Say you wanna take my CMDWN check
Well, let's see what them guns say
Stay with the glee in VIP
Bitch, I don't care what the club say
I got ADD, I'm always in and out the country
[Verse 3]
Hoes makin' fun of me, they see me, now they blown away
Hooked till the morning, look at where you got me
Thought that **** blinded me
**** gon' take shit, rap about the same shit
Difference is you're lying
****, why you lyin'? Why the fuck you lying?
On Snapchat, you be shinin', **** know that's not his diamonds
****, why you lyin'? Why the fuck you lying?
[Verse 4]
Diamond test, diamond test
E'rybody gettin' they diamonds checked
Diamond test, diamond test
E'rybody gettin' they diamonds checked
Diamond test, diamond test
E'rybody gettin' they diamonds checked
Diamond test, diamond test
E'rybody gettin' they diamonds checked
[Verse 5]
I can't sleep, tell the pharmacy that codeine's the answer
Only smokin' 'Woods, I heard them Belmont's give you cancer
Leanin' off codeine, SUV, it smell like Backwoods
Got me talkin' backwards, haters call me Lucky Bastard
Diamonds all on me, bitches see them diamonds dancin'
Said she just a dancer, we know she mean go-go dancer
Stealing gifts for Christmas, growin' up we never had none
Grew up in the hood so we ain't never seen no Santa
[Verse 6]
Grew up in the hood, give us guns, call it Santa
I come from the streets where you gotta keep a tool and lead
Bullets make you dancer, never had my hands up
Mama made me go to school, another murder on campus
We sell dope like '80's, young ****, the police hate me
I sell shit like Macy's, I throw shit like Brady
We them shooters, they on deck, your life go up for auction
I'm locked in, loud pack got me coughin'
[Verse 7]
Shoot shit, ay, so often, catch a opp and off him
My suwoo been talkin' boxin', my dick, yo' bitch, she jockin'
Love dickin' my cousin, some lil' bitch, she chuckin'
Come in hittin' me on fuck shit, foreign cars, I get some bus slips
Pull up and we buckin', my shooters steady, no lackin'
My opps wanna buck, freed my OG out the bucket
I will never sin, 4th quarter, I'm out here clutchin' (Yeah, yeah)
Grippin', come round here, we flip shit (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 8]
I can't sleep, tell the pharmacy that codeine's the answer
Only smokin' 'Woods, I heard them Belmont's give you cancer
Leanin' off codeine, SUV, it smell like Backwoods
Got me talkin' backwards, haters call me Lucky Bastard
Diamonds all on me, bitches see them diamonds dancin'
Said she just a dancer, we know she mean go-go dancer
Stealing gifts for Christmas, growin' up we never had none
Grew up in the hood so we ain't never seen no Santa
Written by: Aaron Emery
