KURT COBAIN Lyrics by Rich Amiri
Off this pill, I’m floatin’
Huh, they won’t *** with me
Yeah, go Kurt Cobain on a ***
Yeah, got dirty in my liver
Yeah, got dirty on my pistol
She a bird, she tryna lick me, yeah
Shawty wanna ***, I hit her raw
Bet she won’t be in my bed tomorrow
Went back home, switch up the car
Ten racks up, I’m livin’ large
(Ten racks up, I’m living like a pimp)
10-4, took the ‘Vette to Mars
I ain’t come through, I’m sorry
Yeah, that ‘Rari, got ho begging for mercy
She ain’t know I was ***’ on her friend, she think she hurt me
Yeah, ran up free bands, got a cool half mill’ in my hands
That ho wanna dance, I fold that ho like a ham sandwich
Got all-red seats, new truck, I tinted the V
Don’t want your B, your auntie, I want Titi
All-red beam, them doors up
Blowin’ on *** in the tour bus
Six sticks, but it’s four of us
M16 and a Corbin
SRT, kick the doors in
Rolling off molly, I’m dozin’
Fly as the ***, I’m floatin’
Pelican drop, it’s soarin’
Hop inside that Jeep truck
Wait, where the *** my doors went?
Shawty got my whole heart, she give me endorphins
All these niggas switch up on they mans, I can’t endorse this
Addy make me focus, Oxy’ make me nauseous
Off this pill, I’m floatin’
Yeah, go Kurt Cobain on a ***
Yeah, got dirty in my liver
Yeah, got dirty on my pistol
She a bird, she tryna lick me, yeah
Shawty wanna ***, I hit her raw
Bet she won’t be in my bed tomorrow
Went back home, switch up the car
Ten racks up, I’m livin’ large
(Ten racks up, I’m livin’ like a pimp)
10-4, took the ‘Vette to Mars
I ain’t come through, I’m sorry
Yeah, that ‘Rari, got ho begging for mercy
She ain’t know I was ***’ on her friend, she think she hurt me
Off this pill, I’m floatin’
Oh my God, Ghetto Fabulous
Fabulous, Fabulous, Fabulous, Fabulous