Married to the money
She say I do
Make her spread her legs
Pussy is my food
Something like Curry
I pull up and I shoot
Sipping codeine
Got deja vu
Married to the money
She say I do
Make her spread her legs
Pussy is my food
Something like Curry
I pull up and I shoot
Sipping codeine
Got deja vu
Got deja vu
Sipping codeine got deja vu
Got deja vu
Sipping codeine got deja vu
Sipping on lean
And I'm on a Xan too
Married to the money
Cos these bitches ran through
Pull up with a stick
I ain't talking bamboo
Aim it at your head and shoulders
I ain't talking shampoo
Got trees like roots
Got blood on my suit
Got mud in my cup
Got mud on my boots
Suppressor on the gun
Yea that bitch on mute
Gonna need subtitles
Every time I shoot
Big magazine
Looking like a catalog
Get shot b-roll
Bitch this is not a vlog
Burn big Backwoods
Leaf looking like a log
Now we running up a check
I ain't even have to jog
Haters can't hang
One hit they choke
Swear they couldn't
Even if the game came with a rope
No deja vu its just back to back blunts
Real big bag of gas
Burn it all at once
Married to the money
She say I do
Make her spread her legs
Pussy is my food
Something like Curry
I pull up and I shoot
Sipping codeine
Got deja vu
Married to the money
She say I do
Make her spread her legs
Pussy is my food
Something like Curry
I pull up and I shoot
Sipping codeine
Got deja vu
Got deja vu
Sipping codeine got deja vu
Got deja vu
Sipping codeine got deja vu
If I say you dead
When I see you it's KOS
Bitch I roll dice
Keep a drum I don't play roulette
Bussin and don't give a
F*ck who I'm aiming at
Coke on the mirror
Bloodstains on the bayonet
I'ma just stay in my bag
And you know I keep a strap
Just like my duffle
Got drugs in my blood
I been sipping on mud
I'm stuck I need my shovel
Lean by the bottle
You know how I rock
Glock cocked big can on the muzzle
Sipping on Wock I just pour another cup
Mix it up like it's on shuffle
Got vac sealed bags in the trunk
Whole car still smell like a skunk woah
Like Curry I shoot no dunks
Bitch I pull up with a stick like a monk woah
Married to the money
She say I do
Make her spread her legs
Pussy is my food
Something like Curry
I pull up and I shoot
Sipping codeine
Got deja vu
Married to the money
She say I do
Make her spread her legs
Pussy is my food
Something like Curry
I pull up and I shoot
Sipping codeine
Got deja vu
Got deja vu
Sipping codeine got deja vu
Got deja vu
Sipping codeine got deja vu
R3CKL3SS - Deja Vu Lyrics
R3CKL3SS - Deja Vu Lyrics
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Married to the money
She say I do
Make her spread her legs
Pussy is my food
Something like Curry
I pull up and I shoot
Sipping codeine
Got deja vu
Married to the money
She say I do
Make her spread her legs
Pussy is my food
Something like Curry
I pull up and I shoot
Sipping codeine
Got deja vu
Got deja vu
Sipping codeine got deja vu
Got deja vu
Sipping codeine got deja vu
Sipping on lean
And I'm on a Xan too
Married to the money
Cos these bitches ran through
Pull up with a stick
I ain't talking bamboo
Aim it at your head and shoulders
I ain't talking shampoo
Got trees like roots
Got blood on my suit
Got mud in my cup
Got mud on my boots
Suppressor on the gun
Yea that bitch on mute
Gonna need subtitles
Every time I shoot
Big magazine
Looking like a catalog
Get shot b-roll
Bitch this is not a vlog
Burn big Backwoods
Leaf looking like a log
Now we running up a check
I ain't even have to jog
Haters can't hang
One hit they choke
Swear they couldn't
Even if the game came with a rope
No deja vu its just back to back blunts
Real big bag of gas
Burn it all at once
Married to the money
She say I do
Make her spread her legs
Pussy is my food
Something like Curry
I pull up and I shoot
Sipping codeine
Got deja vu
Married to the money
She say I do
Make her spread her legs
Pussy is my food
Something like Curry
I pull up and I shoot
Sipping codeine
Got deja vu
Got deja vu
Sipping codeine got deja vu
Got deja vu
Sipping codeine got deja vu
If I say you dead
When I see you it's KOS
Bitch I roll dice
Keep a drum I don't play roulette
Bussin and don't give a
F*ck who I'm aiming at
Coke on the mirror
Bloodstains on the bayonet
I'ma just stay in my bag
And you know I keep a strap
Just like my duffle
Got drugs in my blood
I been sipping on mud
I'm stuck I need my shovel
Lean by the bottle
You know how I rock
Glock cocked big can on the muzzle
Sipping on Wock I just pour another cup
Mix it up like it's on shuffle
Got vac sealed bags in the trunk
Whole car still smell like a skunk woah
Like Curry I shoot no dunks
Bitch I pull up with a stick like a monk woah
Married to the money
She say I do
Make her spread her legs
Pussy is my food
Something like Curry
I pull up and I shoot
Sipping codeine
Got deja vu
Married to the money
She say I do
Make her spread her legs
Pussy is my food
Something like Curry
I pull up and I shoot
Sipping codeine
Got deja vu
Got deja vu
Sipping codeine got deja vu
Got deja vu
Sipping codeine got deja vu
She say I do
Make her spread her legs
Pussy is my food
Something like Curry
I pull up and I shoot
Sipping codeine
Got deja vu
Married to the money
She say I do
Make her spread her legs
Pussy is my food
Something like Curry
I pull up and I shoot
Sipping codeine
Got deja vu
Got deja vu
Sipping codeine got deja vu
Got deja vu
Sipping codeine got deja vu
Sipping on lean
And I'm on a Xan too
Married to the money
Cos these bitches ran through
Pull up with a stick
I ain't talking bamboo
Aim it at your head and shoulders
I ain't talking shampoo
Got trees like roots
Got blood on my suit
Got mud in my cup
Got mud on my boots
Suppressor on the gun
Yea that bitch on mute
Gonna need subtitles
Every time I shoot
Big magazine
Looking like a catalog
Get shot b-roll
Bitch this is not a vlog
Burn big Backwoods
Leaf looking like a log
Now we running up a check
I ain't even have to jog
Haters can't hang
One hit they choke
Swear they couldn't
Even if the game came with a rope
No deja vu its just back to back blunts
Real big bag of gas
Burn it all at once
Married to the money
She say I do
Make her spread her legs
Pussy is my food
Something like Curry
I pull up and I shoot
Sipping codeine
Got deja vu
Married to the money
She say I do
Make her spread her legs
Pussy is my food
Something like Curry
I pull up and I shoot
Sipping codeine
Got deja vu
Got deja vu
Sipping codeine got deja vu
Got deja vu
Sipping codeine got deja vu
If I say you dead
When I see you it's KOS
Bitch I roll dice
Keep a drum I don't play roulette
Bussin and don't give a
F*ck who I'm aiming at
Coke on the mirror
Bloodstains on the bayonet
I'ma just stay in my bag
And you know I keep a strap
Just like my duffle
Got drugs in my blood
I been sipping on mud
I'm stuck I need my shovel
Lean by the bottle
You know how I rock
Glock cocked big can on the muzzle
Sipping on Wock I just pour another cup
Mix it up like it's on shuffle
Got vac sealed bags in the trunk
Whole car still smell like a skunk woah
Like Curry I shoot no dunks
Bitch I pull up with a stick like a monk woah
Married to the money
She say I do
Make her spread her legs
Pussy is my food
Something like Curry
I pull up and I shoot
Sipping codeine
Got deja vu
Married to the money
She say I do
Make her spread her legs
Pussy is my food
Something like Curry
I pull up and I shoot
Sipping codeine
Got deja vu
Got deja vu
Sipping codeine got deja vu
Got deja vu
Sipping codeine got deja vu
Writer: Justin Lancaster
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