Comethazine - Nonsense Lyrics
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Nonsense
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What Are The Lyrics For Nonsense By Comethazine?
Bitch, miss me with that nonsense, you broke, got nine cents
I ball hard like Dennis Rodman, no lyin' I just fucked that bitch and then I nutted on her eyelid I smoke so much dope, my bitch be calling me a pothead Gucci-Gucci on my feet now, she wanna meet now Took my pants off now it's time for her to eat now She gobbled on my dick and then I told her she should leave now Had to kick that little slutty bitch up out my treehouse I came in this bitch with my gun out If he want some smoke then we gon' run down, that boy done now Put a silencer up on my gun, I change the gun sound Hundred round clip, I let it hit 'til it ain't no rounds Comethazine that nigga and you knew that Eighty-eighty thousand dollars worth of jewelry on my crewneck Your bitch, she be givin' up that top, she gave my crew neck My bitch booty jiggle when she walk, it really do that Bitch, miss me with that nonsense, you broke, got nine cents I ball hard like Dennis Rodman, no lyin' I just fucked that bitch and then I nutted on her eyelid I smoke so much dope, my bitch be calling me a pothead, yeah Gucci on my feet now, she wanna meet now Took my pants off now it's time for her to eat now She gobbled on my dick and then I told her she should leave now Had to kick that little slutty bitch up out my treehouse |
Who Wrote Nonsense By Comethazine?
Jahmier Velazquez
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What's The Duration Of The Nonsense By Comethazine?The duration of Nonsense is 1:13 minutes and seconds. |
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