Letra No doz Kidz In The Hall

No doz

Sometimes I wanna be normal, sometimes I wanna be famous,
Sometimes I fuck with my girl and I like to play with her anus
Sometimes she call me an asshole, how ironic,
Sometimes think I'm a bad soul, functioning alcoholic,
With nothing up in my wallet, this thing shoulda have you fallin
If there's nothing that you stand for, never you demand more,
Lime line never ran fall, simmered on grumbled on,
Scream out flow no more below, chill, let's get my tumble on,
Lion get my jungle on, my cut this strong, my blunts loud,
Bitches Brown, I'm black and proud,
Ran the town, school this niggas no captain gown
Really what we here for?
A couple hoes, blunt and drink, sip champagne til the club is closed,
Nigga tweet line he stuntin Joe, really ain't stuntin nothing though
We just out here bullshittin, smoking on this Cali strong, drinkin with these stool pigeons
YOLO, YOLO, these young girls on that YOLO,
I don't mind if you get drunk, but don't spill on my polo,
You ain't never been my girl so don't catch me in photos,
Cali said I'm with that lean and I know Yoko Ono
There's a broke road with a boatload in a 4 door with a fullblown

Bouncing like some low pros,
If you're tryina get these logos
Flow is on that coo coo, my girl resemble coco
These labels sign that paper, this verse is on that no doz, no doz

(Hook)
The party just begin, drop a couple girls and tell em bring a friend
We off the apple juice and gin
If they completes the aura now it's time to get it in

I rap really really well
Don't believe, you can go to hell
Prayer fall off at the wishing well
You a bitch type nigga wanna kiss and tell
Me and four hoes, pour ratio
I got blood, no props, no macio
Ready at the entourage, HBO
Cooler than the AC blood.

(Hook)
The party just begin, drop a couple girls and tell em bring a friend
We off the apple juice and gin
If they completes the aura now it's time to get it in

If this is your first time, here witness you are about to experience the incredible lyricist
Greetings to the band wagon, I've been the shit,
Not that skinny pants sagging on that gimmick shit
Grown man, I own land, I own label, my own fans,
My own plan, my own brand brought to the table,
In this rap you can get Versace's so,
to get a spot, I just look inside myself
Lord willin' I will never have to find no help,
No contracts nigga I just sign myself,
Internet kill the radio, we shoot the radio we'll be playing all

(Hook)
The party just begin, drop a couple girls and tell em bring a friend
We off the apple juice and gin
If they completes the aura now it's time to get it in