The Lonely IslandCocaine

Ahhhh Snort snort snort the cocaine (x3) Snort-y snort snort the cocaine Ohhhhhh Drop the biggest bump I ever hit Damnnnn Yo fucking chop another kid I wanna do it til my face falls off Til my tongue's so numb that the taste fall off I do blow And boy I do it viciously Lie to my face and that mother fucker's history Cocaine cocaine China bright, snow white Rolled to a rave And steal a mother fucker's glow light Keep my dough right Man these white lines bite Make me bleed out my mother fucking eyes tonight So highhhhh Nose like a power vac Girls rub me down just to get into my powder sack On the power track So I drink to my health Lift the rail off the mirror and I wink to myself No needle in my vein I got to maintain A bitch like me is doing cocaine Snort snort snort the cocaine (x3) Snort-y snort snort the cocaine Snort snort snort the cocaine (x3) Snort-y snort snort the cocaine I like to do the cokey-coke You'll never see me smokey-smoke Never buy, already brokey-broke Pass me a dollar and I'll roll it up For me though Were gonna sell and cut tonight Uhhh huhhh I'm gonna yell and fuck tonight Uhhh huhhh I'm gonna press my luck tonight Uhh huhh Motha fuckas better duck tonight Uhh huhh Doing lines off my face with a bendy straw Pick up my whole car in half with a bendy saw There ain't enough room for me in this town And once my dick gets hard it'll never go down A to the N to the der to the son When it comes to getting gacked we stay number one While others split a grab, we be sniffing a ton And we never fucking stop until the bag is done I walk in the party with my dick in my hand And straight to the bathroom with my dick in my hand You wanna step up I got the brick in my hand Then leave your ass face down with my dick in my hand Denis A. I hit the yay all day Went to your party must stay all day Hit you in the brain Leave your face ug-lay Andersons give a fuck what ya'll say. Philip Anderson looking for action Dear God on the floor Call the chain reaction Step up You better learn how to act son No go You better hit the track bud Arnold A., but the girls call me Arny Do more blows than the Columbian army Made my name in the hyrdogame Now I play all day on my hydroplane. Tell me if your nose froze Girls with no clothes Then your face pushed in For that shit that you stole We cut your shit with ay jack so products bump And it sits a hundred grand out the back of my trunk When no radio play you can't fuck with Philip A. Andersons mother fucker till my dying day While you were horse faced, running Tryin to get the crowd hyped We was in the back Sippin yack Startin fist fights Ohh I hit the light when I spit at your girl Turn around and do a line And I spit on your girl Haaaa That's the sound of my laughter My grove takes my life To a live firecracker Never sleep All my dreams end in disaster Life in the fast lane just got faster What's your name? Arny A., call me Mr. What Last to pass out And the first to fuck And whatchya do? Sell snow Man, all the blow The mother fucking pipe, Pipe arose me though What's your name? Denny A., soft soother with the luga Hit more keys than the ones on your computer Whatchya do? Anything, anywhere, anytime and place You try to shake my hand I'll punch you in the face What's your name? Philip A., known as bobby flay Cuz I cook that coke up everyday And whatchya do? Drink, fuck, snort, shoot and fight Ya fuck with Phil ya gonna fuck all night What's ya name? Anderson, the family's here The one that you love, and hate and fear And whatchya do? Known to party every night and day Try to make us leave but we're still gonna stay © 2018