Comethazine Fuzzy Dice Balls Lyrics


Fuzzy Dice Balls by Comethazine

[Intro]
Nigga, I'm off so many pills right now
Grape juice, nigga, wok
I feel like Slump God in this bitch
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

(Comethazine)
[Chorus]
No boof when the baby go old school; '92 fuzzy dice ball like a snool
Boof'd out, boof pack, in the boof, ice on my wrist like hand on my tool. Turn a nigga to a running back, pussy pop it for a couple back

[Verse 1]
Do-rag feeling like a bow-wow, make a pussy run from the pounce-out
Pussy come around like she bounce-out
Old school G with the bop-out
Make a nigga hot like the cops out
I fucked on that bih' then I hopped out. (ayy)
I can only fuck with a model bih
Money be fatter than a hippopotamus
All of my niggas from the bottom, bih'
Leave a hole in a nigga like, "Who shot you bih'?" (yuh)
Leave a nigga toes like a strudel
Your bih' pick my bone like a poodle

[Chorus]
No boof when the baby go old school; '92 fuzzy dice ball like a snool
Boof'd out, boof pack, in the boof, yes, ice on my wrist like hand on my tool. Turn a nigga into a running back, pussy pop it for a couple back

(Joey Trap)
[Verse 2]
Bih' in a coupe got a [?] full of "Ooo"
Like a boy run up on the deck (that's me!)
Gotta a couple thousand lookin for uh
If you see a girl I'm bout to tag
Take a lotta asidon and say I'm on that trip
I'mma gone hunnas and do a nigga crib
Run up on a nigga then you boutta meet a tip
'Cuz you know four cops banging on shit
Like deep in that submarine
You say you hot, but you a wannabe
Hate when they run from me, turn down that [?] in that [?]
She in my limousine, poppin promethazine --- me and comethazine sleepy, yuh
Poke with that nicotine, head like a guillotine, she watching TV, she freaky, yuh
Work. Whole lotta peoples got work
Pull up, put you on a shirt
Pull up, put you in the dirt
Mad cause your bank account
Do like [?] my niggas is evil [?]
My money is [?] now I feel like "ooo"

[Conclusion]
K, now, your girlfriend told me she like how i'm rappin'
Wait
Look like chicken noodle
My dick getting sucked like chapstick
Now, look at my [?], funny like, "mmm"
Fuck on your girl, sippin henney like "mmm"
I change my flow, I got plenty like "mmm"
Talkin' bout guns we got plenty like "mmm"
I got a thir-ty clip
I got a thir-ty clip (I got a thir-ty)

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