Letra de 500 Hours - Comethazine

(D-D-D-Div, don't do it to 'em)

Yeah (Bitch, yeah)

Yeah (Comethazine in this bitch nigga, I'm piped the fuck up, nigga)

Bitch, yeah

Five-hundred hours (Pipe the fuck up, nigga, fuck goin' on)

(Five-hundred hours, I've been up in this bitch, nigga, you know what the fuck' goin on, nigga, no sleep, nigga)

Yeah, bitch (Bitch), ayy (Yeah)

Five-hundred hours, mmm

Still ain't been sleep, PTSD (Bitch)

Bitch, don't stress me

Ho, you gotta leave before shit get messy (Go)

She say, "Why I gotta leave after you undress me?"

Made up a lie so the ho don't press me

Told the bitch I gotta go pick up my jetski

Bitch up and ask can she come with me (No)

She sound silly, so I burst out laughing

I'm about to make this ho regret what she asked me

Really wanna know if you can go, bitch, hell no

Wouldn't save a ho if she broke her elbow

Nigga hit my phone talkin' tough, oh hell no

First of all, nigga, what the fuck you yell for?

Secondly, question be, "Do you know who you yellin' at?"

Tell him that Comethazine blew his melon back

I smoke 'thrax, you inhale on a Reggie pack

Bet you probably wonder, "How does he know that?"

'Cause every time you smoke around me, I be smellin' that

Nigga hit my phone talkin' tough, oh hell no

First of all, nigga, what the fuck you yell for?

Secondly, question be, "Do you know who you yellin' at?"

Tell him that Comethazine blew his melon back

I smoke Thrax, you inhale on a Reggie pack

Bet you probably wonder, "How does he know that?"

'Cause every time you smoke around me, I be smellin' that

'Cause every time—'Cause every time

You smoke around me-You smoke around me

Five-hundred—Fi—Fi—Fi—Fi—

Five—Five-hundred hours

Still ain't been sleep, PTSD (Bitch)

Bitch, don't stress me

Ho, you gotta leave before shit get messy (Go)

Five-hundred hours

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