Okay, Okey
Okay, Okey, Okay, ya
Okay, Okay, Okay

[Verse 1; Comethazine]
Bitch (Bitch) I'm piped up like Alfalfa, ay
Fuck niggas stealing my style, bruh
Niggas they soft in the cut
My bitch gonna spoil me rotten
Fuck a bad bitch in my Tommy
Fuck nigga go meet my Tommy
Bitch I might go buy some Goyard
These lame rappers and they go hard
But they don't that they dull (they weak)
I bust a nut on her dome
After that I just went home, everyone see her
Pussy boy don’t need the heater
Five figure ‘for I feed her
After I fuck Imma leave her
After I fuck Imma feel her
I got the white, Justin Bieber
I got the wit like a teacher
Getting donations like preachers
Hit Miley Cyrus for feature

[Verse 2: Eyekeem]
Bitch I’m piped up like alfalfa
Ate in the middle two bitches like Malcom
And you ain't got the answers ain't wrong tho
She put my dick in her mouth bro
Told her “lil mommy might fuck it up”
I need some bands I said “Run it up”
Feel like Mike Tyson I upper cut
Got bad bitch in my room with a bubble butt
Nigga I feel like Anita
Told that bitch I do not need her
We sold our blunt to speaker
Who are we? Nigga dont hit me for feature
Telling ya, niggas couldn’t ease me
They lost, sometimes I make beef
Your hoe made movie like Rikyu
Walk past you niggas like how do not see you
A-1 I got all the sauce
I got that drip on like voss
Do not try and double cross
Yeah I just go make play like randy moss

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Alfalfa Lyrics

Comethazine – Alfalfa Lyrics

Okay, Okey
Okay, Okey, Okay, ya
Okay, Okay, Okay

[Verse 1; Comethazine]
Bitch (Bitch) I'm piped up like Alfalfa, ay
Fuck niggas stealing my style, bruh
Niggas they soft in the cut
My bitch gonna spoil me rotten
Fuck a bad bitch in my Tommy
Fuck nigga go meet my Tommy
Bitch I might go buy some Goyard
These lame rappers and they go hard
But they don't that they dull (they weak)
I bust a nut on her dome
After that I just went home, everyone see her
Pussy boy don’t need the heater
Five figure ‘for I feed her
After I fuck Imma leave her
After I fuck Imma feel her
I got the white, Justin Bieber
I got the wit like a teacher
Getting donations like preachers
Hit Miley Cyrus for feature

[Verse 2: Eyekeem]
Bitch I’m piped up like alfalfa
Ate in the middle two bitches like Malcom
And you ain't got the answers ain't wrong tho
She put my dick in her mouth bro
Told her “lil mommy might fuck it up”
I need some bands I said “Run it up”
Feel like Mike Tyson I upper cut
Got bad bitch in my room with a bubble butt
Nigga I feel like Anita
Told that bitch I do not need her
We sold our blunt to speaker
Who are we? Nigga dont hit me for feature
Telling ya, niggas couldn’t ease me
They lost, sometimes I make beef
Your hoe made movie like Rikyu
Walk past you niggas like how do not see you
A-1 I got all the sauce
I got that drip on like voss
Do not try and double cross
Yeah I just go make play like randy moss