Codeinin Lyrics

[Hook]
I’m on that Keisha Cole and I’m leanin’
I need some purple in my cup, baby i mean it
(Wuchu doin’?)
Codeinin’ (Codeinin’) Codeinin’ (Codeinin’)
Codeinin’ (Codeinin’) Codeinin’ (Codeinin’)
My partner want that AZ, I’m talkin’ Phoenix
Yea that on that dough, dick can have a feelin’
(Wuchu doin’?)
Codeinin’ (Codeinin’) Codeinin’ (Codeinin’)
Codeinin’ (Codeinin’) Codeinin’ (Codeinin’)

[Verse 1]
I ain’t pourin’ up without the Styrofoam
Niggas movin’ out the way like the siren zone
Sellin’ all this work, that’s what I’ve been on
Man, these rappers only trappin’ on the microphone
Four ounces, two liters
Bought two meters last night
My money long, my cash right, my gun smoke, no glass
pipe
Spent 30 racks on left wrist, Rihanna on my checklist
Fast lane, can’t catch this
Keep up or get left bitch
I’m floatin’ off that codeine
Less talk, more lean
These bitches call them my girlfriends
I work ‘em out, protein
Move to work in that trap house
Trap out or tap out
I’m going in, never back out
Pullin’ up till I black out

[Hook]
I’m on that Keisha Cole and I’m leanin’
I need some purple in my cup, baby i mean it
(Wuchu doin’?)
Codeinin’ (Codeinin’) Codeinin’ (Codeinin’)
Codeinin’ (Codeinin’) Codeinin’ (Codeinin’)
My partner want that AZ, I’m talkin’ Phoenix
Yea that on that dough, dick can have a feelin’
(Wuchu doin’?)
Codeinin’ (Codeinin’) Codeinin’ (Codeinin’)
Codeinin’ (Codeinin’) Codeinin’ (Codeinin’)

[Verse 2]
Uh, ciggarellas with the best purp
My cup muddy like wet dirt
Shoes chrome, bumpers get they juice on
Trey got me movin’ slow like I’m in the school zone
Still sippin’ my cozer, real nigga like Conza
I get funds, my chicks young, with a big tongue like
sopross
I give brain to your chick, mane
Spit flames like Cobra
Don’t fizz bang, y’all swiss gangs, you niggas off of
that loofas
Keep that codeine from my cough
Ho see, I’m a boss
The club is like my living room, you know we on the
couch
Ten people say I’m too addicted, I need a new
prescription
I pull up, roof is missing Boy I think I’m Booby Gibson cuz of

[Hook]
I’m on that Keisha Cole and I’m leanin’
I need some purple in my cup, baby i mean it
(Wuchu doin’?)
Codeinin’ (Codeinin’) Codeinin’ (Codeinin’)
Codeinin’ (Codeinin’) Codeinin’ (Codeinin’)
My partner want that AZ, I’m talkin’ Phoenix
Yea that on that dough, dick can have a feelin’
(Wuchu doin’?)
Codeinin’ (Codeinin’) Codeinin’ (Codeinin’)
Codeinin’ (Codeinin’) Codeinin’ (Codeinin’)

[Verse 3]
Last night popped 4 bands
And I think I f*cked 4 fans
Baby girl, I’ve got no plans
We just f*ck, we don’t hold hands
Laughin’ at my trap phone
We flip ya man, never at home
On the road she on the pole
Curl down, she good to go
I give her that, I fronted that
Throw the money, she run it back
She get down, it come to that
Skip town with some of that
You speak drag like Dru Paul
His fans like who y’all?
All day I’m through California
Getting that BJ screw off
I slowed up when I pulled up
Black card, I don’t fold up
Walk by, now I’m doughed up
Now the bitch like hold up
Stupid ho you ain’t foolin’ me
You ain’t foolin’ me with no jewelry
Baby said that she doin’ her
But she’d rather be doin’ me
It’s the rucka, I cash out
Getting rich from that fast route
Show up with gats out
You don’t want the beef, mad cow
Break bread and that’s off top
Take hands and call the shots
Black car, we rich
We good, think not

[Hook]
I’m on that Keisha Cole and I’m leanin’
I need some purple in my cup, baby i mean it
(Wuchu doin’?)
Codeinin’ (Codeinin’) Codeinin’ (Codeinin’)
Codeinin’ (Codeinin’) Codeinin’ (Codeinin’)
My partner want that AZ, I’m talkin’ Phoenix
Yea that on that dough, dick can have a feelin’
(Wuchu doin’?)
Codeinin’ (Codeinin’) Codeinin’ (Codeinin’)
Codeinin’ (Codeinin’) Codeinin’ (Codeinin’)

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