Cottonmouth Queen

Its Duch D-I-L-L-I-N-G-E-Rrrrrrrr
AKA all those threats is to me just a verb
Do up a duwop, its do not disturb hoe
Fuck your opinion, I do not concur hoe
Winter white on a winter night
Dodging death while I’m winning life
And I’m on my anti-socialite like
Fuck ya’ll dont ruin my night
Dilly go dumb till they can’t read or write
Dilly pour up till they can’t see the Sprite
No sparking if you not rolling
No talking if you not knowing
Told em
HOOK
Blunted, leanin
Cottonmouth Queen’n
High enough to leave my footprints on your ceiling
And I’m faded… I'm faded baby
Cottonmouth
Said I’m faded… I'm faded baby
Cottonmouth Queen’n
I’m here, tell the bar
I own the night, tell the stars
Small thang on extra large
Whole outfit on extra dark
Whole squad go extra hard
Sparking the art at Victoria Park
In the middle of a blizzard, one hand, in the dark
Whattap to Fat Nik, and MnL
Hop up in the hotbox and they all smoke drugs
I’m just somewhere up in Scarborough where they all know plugs
And I’m up in front like fuck is up?
Drunk as UGHH, with my knuckles up
Can’t sit still so I’m running up
And I ain’t shit still… BUT IM COMIN UPPPP!
HOOK
Blunted, leanin
Cottonmouth Queen’n
High enough to leave my footprints on your ceiling
And I’m faded… I'm faded baby
Cottonmouth
Said I’m faded… I'm faded baby
Cottonmouth Queen’n
Blunted, leanin
Cottonmouth Queen’n
High enough to leave my footprints on your ceiling
And I’m faded… I'm faded baby
Cottonmouth
Said I’m faded… I'm faded baby
Cottonmouth Queen’n
Blunted, leanin
Cottonmouth Queen’n
High enough to leave my footprints on your ceiling
And I’m faded… I'm faded baby
Cottonmouth
Said I’m faded… I'm faded baby
Cottonmouth Queen’n
Blow an O in a non-smoke Mariott
And I throw a pedal down like ‘He love me not'
Ima blow and they know but they trust me not
Like fucking watch, like suck my twat
Put em in the dirt, let em fucking rot
We could Van Gogh, cut your ear right off
Ray Charles to the haters, like Beethoven to the bullshit
Told em
HOOK
Blunted, leanin
Cottonmouth Queen’n
High enough to leave my footprints on your ceiling
And I’m faded… I'm faded baby
Cottonmouth
Said I’m faded… I'm faded baby
Cottonmouth Queen’n
Blunted, leanin
Cottonmouth Queen’n
High enough to leave my footprints on your ceiling
And I’m faded… I'm faded baby
Cottonmouth
Said I’m faded… I'm faded baby
Cottonmouth Queen’n