medicine taste like shit versuri

Versuri Nettspend – medicine taste like shit lyrics

[Chorus]
Ooh, medicine tastes like shit
If it don’t taste like that, that’s fent’
I’m in the trap right now, we’ll see it
All I wanna do is, shit, all I wanna do is, shit, yeah
Say, „Bow down, bitch, I’m rich
Bow down, bitch, I’m rich,” yeah
I’ll steal your Christmas, steal your lit bitch, yeah
The Grinch got grinched-grinched
Grinch got grinched-grinched, yeah
The wrist got wrist-wrist, I fuck friends-friends, let’s go, yeah
Twinny-twin bitch, you won’t get in, huh (What?)
And if they got X’s on they hands, don’t let ‘em in
I— I-I-I got an X up on my hand, I fucked your friend

[Verse]
And this a yacht party, you gon’ have to go swim, uh
You gon’ to have to jump in, you gon’ have to jump in
Ooh, pay your rent, p-pay your rent, yeah, huh
Full of savages, blicks on this bitch
We goin’ fast as shit, goin’ fast as shit, ‘spend God
I can’t spin again, I can’t spin again, oh my God
Turbo at the light, turbo at the light, uh
My bank account is shy, bank account is shy
Go through there, pick you out, go there, pick you out
Fuck a Q&A, can’t talk to cops, you fuckin’ clocked, uh
Why everybody on my phone? Call ‘em out, oof
Forgot you fuckin’ blocked, I tried to text your shawty, hold on
Ooh, come on, hit up shops, chop, chop, chop, chop it
Choppin’ ss3bby up, to be ss3bby, yeah, like it? Huh
Blacky-blacky blood, I won’t do that, yeah, uh
All it is is snot, all it is is snot
Hoo, I’ma slide down the block, I’ma slime out the clock, huh (Uh)
I’ma slime out the cops, I’ma slime out the opps, huh
You fruity, boy, like Mott’s, fruity, boy, like Mott’s
I— I love, I love, woah
Mob ties, my fried five (Minecraft)
Who’s that? Make ‘em move back (Move back)
Who’s that? Make ‘em move back (Move back)
Ooh, blue, black, for blue, black

[Chorus]
Ooh, medicine tastes like shit
If it don’t taste like that, that’s fent’
I’m in the trap right now, we’ll see it
All I wanna do is, shit, all I wanna do is, shit, yeah
Say, „Bow down, bitch, I’m rich”
„Bow down, bitch, I’m rich,” yeah
I’ll steal your Christmas, steal your lit bitch, yeah
The Grinch got grinched-grinched
Grinch got grinched-grinched, yeah
The wrist got wrist-wrist, I fuck friends-friends, let’s go, yeah
Twinny-twin bitch, you won’t get in, huh (What?)
And if they got X’s on they hands, don’t let ‘em in (Hold up)
I— I-I-I got an X up on my hand, I fucked your friend

[Outro]
Uh-huh
Yeah, uh-huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah