Yeah run me back
Aye bro I think this one right here gone be a hit
All these thirsty ass bitches make me sick
I'm not a drug addict bitch I am a pimp
She wearing Mocler and now she think she hip
(She think she hip)
That coat from last year lil baby it ain't shit
(No it ain't shit)
Take fifty bands out and drop it on a whip
(Right on a whip)
I'm talking hellcats cause I'm a speed racer
We ain't no drug addicts we just want green paper
Ain't no drug addict
I need more habits
I need more bottles
I need more baddies
I need more swag
I need more drip
I need more bands
I need more chips
Can't trip off no bitch
I can't worry 'bout a wife
I got more to my life
I'm just trynna do right for myself
Mix the codeine with sprite
Right back to my old life
Right back to my old life I got myself
And I'm getting f*cked up
Like its twenty sixteen
And I know if I miss you
You prolly miss me
And I know if I diss you
You prolly diss me
Yeah that energy reciprocated
I can't even think
I can't even blink
I can't even see
Ray Charles for your love
Ray Charles for your love
Man you know this shit
You know how I get
When I'm off of the drugs
When I'm off of the drugs
(Ah)
We feel like its twenty sixteen
Do you know what that mean
Heartbreak with the drugs
Way back then that was the perfect thing
Now I don't wanna love
Cause in the end it don't mean shit to me
And I don't need no hugs
I just need two bad bitches next to me
And honestly
I'm losing sleep
Cause when I close my eyes
I see her in my dreams
You see us sippin'
What we sippin' on codeine
Get the styrofoam with pop and make it lean
You got some sprite but it ain't dirty yo shit clean
(Not at all)
I got some diamonds make yo bitch get on her knees
(On her knees)
And when I wake up bitch you know you gotta leave
(You gotta leave)
But you can stay if you one f*ck up on the team
Bro I think this one right here gone be a hit
All these thirsty ass bitches make me sick
I'm not a drug addict bitch I am a pimp
She wearing Mocler and now she think she hip
(She think she hip)
That coat from last year lil baby it ain't shit
(No it ain't shit)
Take fifty bands out and drop it on a whip
(Right on a whip)
I'm talking hellcats cause I'm a speed racer
We ain't no drug addicts we just want green paper
2016 (feat. Brae$av) Video (MV)
Performed By: Dylan Preme
Language: English
Length: 2:24
Written by: Braelyn Polite, Dylan Alexander
Dylan Preme - 2016 (feat. Brae$av) Lyrics
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English
Yeah run me back
Aye bro I think this one right here gone be a hit
All these thirsty ass bitches make me sick
I'm not a drug addict bitch I am a pimp
She wearing Mocler and now she think she hip
(She think she hip)
That coat from last year lil baby it ain't shit
(No it ain't shit)
Take fifty bands out and drop it on a whip
(Right on a whip)
I'm talking hellcats cause I'm a speed racer
We ain't no drug addicts we just want green paper
Ain't no drug addict
I need more habits
I need more bottles
I need more baddies
I need more swag
I need more drip
I need more bands
I need more chips
Can't trip off no bitch
I can't worry 'bout a wife
I got more to my life
I'm just trynna do right for myself
Mix the codeine with sprite
Right back to my old life
Right back to my old life I got myself
And I'm getting f*cked up
Like its twenty sixteen
And I know if I miss you
You prolly miss me
And I know if I diss you
You prolly diss me
Yeah that energy reciprocated
I can't even think
I can't even blink
I can't even see
Ray Charles for your love
Ray Charles for your love
Man you know this shit
You know how I get
When I'm off of the drugs
When I'm off of the drugs
(Ah)
We feel like its twenty sixteen
Do you know what that mean
Heartbreak with the drugs
Way back then that was the perfect thing
Now I don't wanna love
Cause in the end it don't mean shit to me
And I don't need no hugs
I just need two bad bitches next to me
And honestly
I'm losing sleep
Cause when I close my eyes
I see her in my dreams
You see us sippin'
What we sippin' on codeine
Get the styrofoam with pop and make it lean
You got some sprite but it ain't dirty yo shit clean
(Not at all)
I got some diamonds make yo bitch get on her knees
(On her knees)
And when I wake up bitch you know you gotta leave
(You gotta leave)
But you can stay if you one f*ck up on the team
Bro I think this one right here gone be a hit
All these thirsty ass bitches make me sick
I'm not a drug addict bitch I am a pimp
She wearing Mocler and now she think she hip
(She think she hip)
That coat from last year lil baby it ain't shit
(No it ain't shit)
Take fifty bands out and drop it on a whip
(Right on a whip)
I'm talking hellcats cause I'm a speed racer
We ain't no drug addicts we just want green paper
Aye bro I think this one right here gone be a hit
All these thirsty ass bitches make me sick
I'm not a drug addict bitch I am a pimp
She wearing Mocler and now she think she hip
(She think she hip)
That coat from last year lil baby it ain't shit
(No it ain't shit)
Take fifty bands out and drop it on a whip
(Right on a whip)
I'm talking hellcats cause I'm a speed racer
We ain't no drug addicts we just want green paper
Ain't no drug addict
I need more habits
I need more bottles
I need more baddies
I need more swag
I need more drip
I need more bands
I need more chips
Can't trip off no bitch
I can't worry 'bout a wife
I got more to my life
I'm just trynna do right for myself
Mix the codeine with sprite
Right back to my old life
Right back to my old life I got myself
And I'm getting f*cked up
Like its twenty sixteen
And I know if I miss you
You prolly miss me
And I know if I diss you
You prolly diss me
Yeah that energy reciprocated
I can't even think
I can't even blink
I can't even see
Ray Charles for your love
Ray Charles for your love
Man you know this shit
You know how I get
When I'm off of the drugs
When I'm off of the drugs
(Ah)
We feel like its twenty sixteen
Do you know what that mean
Heartbreak with the drugs
Way back then that was the perfect thing
Now I don't wanna love
Cause in the end it don't mean shit to me
And I don't need no hugs
I just need two bad bitches next to me
And honestly
I'm losing sleep
Cause when I close my eyes
I see her in my dreams
You see us sippin'
What we sippin' on codeine
Get the styrofoam with pop and make it lean
You got some sprite but it ain't dirty yo shit clean
(Not at all)
I got some diamonds make yo bitch get on her knees
(On her knees)
And when I wake up bitch you know you gotta leave
(You gotta leave)
But you can stay if you one f*ck up on the team
Bro I think this one right here gone be a hit
All these thirsty ass bitches make me sick
I'm not a drug addict bitch I am a pimp
She wearing Mocler and now she think she hip
(She think she hip)
That coat from last year lil baby it ain't shit
(No it ain't shit)
Take fifty bands out and drop it on a whip
(Right on a whip)
I'm talking hellcats cause I'm a speed racer
We ain't no drug addicts we just want green paper
Writer: Braelyn Polite, Dylan Alexander
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