Cookie, smoke on that gas, got me lifted
Pour some codeine out the cup that I just pissed in
Urinate canary diamonds, did my wrist in
And I'm worth too much money, keep your distance
'Cause I can't f*ck with no hoe, she a broke bitch
Trap way too dirty with these roaches
Blocks hot, goons hoppin' off of their porches
Top notch sports cars, stretchin' out them horses
So please don't show up to my party
Freaks come out at night, and I'm sorry
We go so wild, act retarded
And you can't come to my party, no options
Hit 250 on the dash in the Mazzi
I stay Nobel to my peace like I'm Gandhi
Step up, you get stretched up like Pilates
Tec' up, shoot the neck up, not the body
Shoot the neck, not the body
Dump the four nickel, made him twitch just like he Bobby
Bitches they be on they knees for that Carti
Slick shit, I'll sell the ecstasy, so we can party
I heard Lil Shottsa's got some bands now (Yeah)
Stretchers in the back, he snuck the Blicky's through the background (Ay)
See back in high school was the class clown
And now I'm movin' up and I'm makin' money
Bitches dance now
See I don't know
How I sold, more records than this coke
That you blow
Off that yurky, all that snow, that re-roll
Takin' shots at all these folks that you know
Yeah, my heart's too cold
When I cry, it's straight ice drops
Life's too fast
Wish that I can make the time stop
Cream color Forgiato, flexin' when I hotbox
Opps stay in my dreams
I'll leave the Blicky on the nightstand
Yeah, you should've listened to my bro the first time (First time)
'Cause over here, yeah, the freaks come out at night (Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh-oh)
At night (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, you did this to yourself, you pushed me there, uh (Pushed me there)
Moon turn me to a mothaf*ckin' werewolf (To a werewolf)
And I ain't hidin' over there
Like you is scared, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah this the type of shit to make your hair stand up (Hair stand up)
You can't pull up to the party, if you ain't up on the list
Exotic cars, we livin' large
That's why you can't get in this bitch
We turnin' off all of the lights
Turn up the party with a switch
I'm walkin' past these neon lights
It's like the pressure in a spliff
Oh, woah, oh-ooh, woah
Woah, woah, woah, oh-oh-oh-oh
They should've listened
I never gave them a chance, uh, uh
Bro keep your distance
You don't f*ckin' understand, uh, uh
I'm not one for the talkin, so I started throwin' hands, uh, uh
I'm not the one for them hands
I be shootin' 'til it jam, uh, uh
Now you posse is fallin, so I started smokin' plant, uh, uh
Me and Amor in the buildin
We just steady countin' bands, uh, uh
F3NIX I told you we rockstars, can't you tell by the chance, uh, uh
Shit, I just be pourin' up Wockhardt that I got from a fan, uh, uh
I'm only rockin' designer
B.B. Simon hold my pants, uh, uh
I'm out Atlanta, then London, now I'm flyin' out to France, uh, uh
We the type to f*ckin' do it
Never ever sayin' can't, uh, uh
Since you pulled up to the party uninvited
I gotta squish you like ant, yeah
F3nix - FREAKS COME OUT AT NIGHT! (feat. Jay Amor) Lyrics
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Cookie, smoke on that gas, got me lifted
Pour some codeine out the cup that I just pissed in
Urinate canary diamonds, did my wrist in
And I'm worth too much money, keep your distance
'Cause I can't f*ck with no hoe, she a broke bitch
Trap way too dirty with these roaches
Blocks hot, goons hoppin' off of their porches
Top notch sports cars, stretchin' out them horses
So please don't show up to my party
Freaks come out at night, and I'm sorry
We go so wild, act retarded
And you can't come to my party, no options
Hit 250 on the dash in the Mazzi
I stay Nobel to my peace like I'm Gandhi
Step up, you get stretched up like Pilates
Tec' up, shoot the neck up, not the body
Shoot the neck, not the body
Dump the four nickel, made him twitch just like he Bobby
Bitches they be on they knees for that Carti
Slick shit, I'll sell the ecstasy, so we can party
I heard Lil Shottsa's got some bands now (Yeah)
Stretchers in the back, he snuck the Blicky's through the background (Ay)
See back in high school was the class clown
And now I'm movin' up and I'm makin' money
Bitches dance now
See I don't know
How I sold, more records than this coke
That you blow
Off that yurky, all that snow, that re-roll
Takin' shots at all these folks that you know
Yeah, my heart's too cold
When I cry, it's straight ice drops
Life's too fast
Wish that I can make the time stop
Cream color Forgiato, flexin' when I hotbox
Opps stay in my dreams
I'll leave the Blicky on the nightstand
Yeah, you should've listened to my bro the first time (First time)
'Cause over here, yeah, the freaks come out at night (Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh-oh)
At night (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, you did this to yourself, you pushed me there, uh (Pushed me there)
Moon turn me to a mothaf*ckin' werewolf (To a werewolf)
And I ain't hidin' over there
Like you is scared, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah this the type of shit to make your hair stand up (Hair stand up)
You can't pull up to the party, if you ain't up on the list
Exotic cars, we livin' large
That's why you can't get in this bitch
We turnin' off all of the lights
Turn up the party with a switch
I'm walkin' past these neon lights
It's like the pressure in a spliff
Oh, woah, oh-ooh, woah
Woah, woah, woah, oh-oh-oh-oh
They should've listened
I never gave them a chance, uh, uh
Bro keep your distance
You don't f*ckin' understand, uh, uh
I'm not one for the talkin, so I started throwin' hands, uh, uh
I'm not the one for them hands
I be shootin' 'til it jam, uh, uh
Now you posse is fallin, so I started smokin' plant, uh, uh
Me and Amor in the buildin
We just steady countin' bands, uh, uh
F3NIX I told you we rockstars, can't you tell by the chance, uh, uh
Shit, I just be pourin' up Wockhardt that I got from a fan, uh, uh
I'm only rockin' designer
B.B. Simon hold my pants, uh, uh
I'm out Atlanta, then London, now I'm flyin' out to France, uh, uh
We the type to f*ckin' do it
Never ever sayin' can't, uh, uh
Since you pulled up to the party uninvited
I gotta squish you like ant, yeah
Pour some codeine out the cup that I just pissed in
Urinate canary diamonds, did my wrist in
And I'm worth too much money, keep your distance
'Cause I can't f*ck with no hoe, she a broke bitch
Trap way too dirty with these roaches
Blocks hot, goons hoppin' off of their porches
Top notch sports cars, stretchin' out them horses
So please don't show up to my party
Freaks come out at night, and I'm sorry
We go so wild, act retarded
And you can't come to my party, no options
Hit 250 on the dash in the Mazzi
I stay Nobel to my peace like I'm Gandhi
Step up, you get stretched up like Pilates
Tec' up, shoot the neck up, not the body
Shoot the neck, not the body
Dump the four nickel, made him twitch just like he Bobby
Bitches they be on they knees for that Carti
Slick shit, I'll sell the ecstasy, so we can party
I heard Lil Shottsa's got some bands now (Yeah)
Stretchers in the back, he snuck the Blicky's through the background (Ay)
See back in high school was the class clown
And now I'm movin' up and I'm makin' money
Bitches dance now
See I don't know
How I sold, more records than this coke
That you blow
Off that yurky, all that snow, that re-roll
Takin' shots at all these folks that you know
Yeah, my heart's too cold
When I cry, it's straight ice drops
Life's too fast
Wish that I can make the time stop
Cream color Forgiato, flexin' when I hotbox
Opps stay in my dreams
I'll leave the Blicky on the nightstand
Yeah, you should've listened to my bro the first time (First time)
'Cause over here, yeah, the freaks come out at night (Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh-oh)
At night (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, you did this to yourself, you pushed me there, uh (Pushed me there)
Moon turn me to a mothaf*ckin' werewolf (To a werewolf)
And I ain't hidin' over there
Like you is scared, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah this the type of shit to make your hair stand up (Hair stand up)
You can't pull up to the party, if you ain't up on the list
Exotic cars, we livin' large
That's why you can't get in this bitch
We turnin' off all of the lights
Turn up the party with a switch
I'm walkin' past these neon lights
It's like the pressure in a spliff
Oh, woah, oh-ooh, woah
Woah, woah, woah, oh-oh-oh-oh
They should've listened
I never gave them a chance, uh, uh
Bro keep your distance
You don't f*ckin' understand, uh, uh
I'm not one for the talkin, so I started throwin' hands, uh, uh
I'm not the one for them hands
I be shootin' 'til it jam, uh, uh
Now you posse is fallin, so I started smokin' plant, uh, uh
Me and Amor in the buildin
We just steady countin' bands, uh, uh
F3NIX I told you we rockstars, can't you tell by the chance, uh, uh
Shit, I just be pourin' up Wockhardt that I got from a fan, uh, uh
I'm only rockin' designer
B.B. Simon hold my pants, uh, uh
I'm out Atlanta, then London, now I'm flyin' out to France, uh, uh
We the type to f*ckin' do it
Never ever sayin' can't, uh, uh
Since you pulled up to the party uninvited
I gotta squish you like ant, yeah
Writer: Jay Amor, Phoenix Mullikin
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