​bacardi lyrics

[Hook: cxltgod]
Little b*tch, she sipping on Bacardi, aye
Diamond hoes like it's Minecraft, b*tch, I'm sorry, aye
Shoot for the moon like an Easter Egg in COD-y, aye
Think she Zack and Cody way she show up in my lobby, aye
f*ck another hoe, I'm a wife exchanger
Sucking on her toes, I'm a kink arranger
Kill another seal, now the b*tch endangered
Long bottle, b*tch, like a Hong Kong ranger (NIKHEDONIA)

[Verse 1: cxltgod]
AOKI Boys f*ck your wife if you not sorry, aye
AOKI Boys f*ck your wife if you not sorry, aye
AOKI boys
You see me when you're dead
Scalp you with razor and do you a favour
I break your nose easy, with blood: I'll graffiti
A skull on your door, now your family is scared
And I'll take out your head like the b*tch is a tumour
Boy been a pain, now the pain is just a rumour, aye
What do you stand for? b*tch, I'm on a higher floor
Like that b*tch from Star Wars, f*cked like the Vietnam war
What do you stand for? b*tch, I'm on a higher floor
Like that b*tch from Star Wars, f*cked like the Vietnam war

[Hook: cxltgod]
Little b*tch, she sipping on Bacardi, aye
Diamond hoes like it's Minecraft, b*tch, I'm sorry, aye
Shoot for the moon like an Easter Egg in COD-y, aye
Think she Zack and Cody way she show up in my lobby, aye
Little b*tch, she sipping on Bacardi, aye
Diamond hoes like it's Minecraft, b*tch, I'm sorry, aye
Shoot for the moon like an Easter Egg in COD-y, aye
Think she Zack and Cody way she show up in my lobby, aye
[Verse 2: Saint Lazare]
Put my pistol in her pus*y, that b*tch gushy gushy
She say that she won't f*ck me but I'm pushy pushy
She like how my wallet real thick, she like her pretty tushy
She like how all my diamond's thick and now my pistol's got extended
'Cause my MAC will give you tummy ache
Perkies made my stummy hurt
b*tch, I am an animal
No shepherd can control my herd (NIKHEDONIA)
b*tch, f*ck what you heard
I am a God and I think I'm immortal
I'll rip you apart, turn you into a puddle with lead
All my demons are greedy to flesh
[?] takes the-takes the p*ss
Yuh, aye, yuh
b*tch, I'm a chef, I'm whipping up crack
Kill your lil crews with the bricks and the pack
Ain't got the cash and the money for that
All my weapons on silent, you can't hear the violence
All my homies f*cking riding, they ain't never lacking, yuh

[Outro: Saint Lazare]
Well, sh*t, alright