Akiva Schaffer - Cocaine lyrics

Ah! (Chorus) Snort snort the snort the c**aine (x3) Snort-y snort snort the c**aine Ohhhhhh! Drop the biggest bump I ever hit Damnnnn! Yo f**ing chop another, kid I wanna do it til my face falls off Til my tongue's so numb that the taste falls off I do blow And boy I do it viciously Lie to my face and that motherf**er's history Cocaine c**aine China bright, snow white Rolled to a rave And steal a motherf**er's glow light Keep my dough right Man these white lines bite Make me bleed out my motherf**ing 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 b**h like me is doing c**aine (Chorus)(x2) I like to do the cokey-coke You'll never see me smokey-smoke Never buy, already brokey-broke Pa** me a dollar and I'll roll it up For me though Were gonna sell and cut tonight Uh huh I'm gonna yell and f** tonight Uh huh I'm gonna press my luck tonight Uh huh Motherf**ers better duck tonight Uh huh 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 f**ing 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 a** 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 f** what y'all 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 blow 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 sh** that you stole We cut your sh** with ajax, so products bump And it sits a hundred grand out the back of my trunk When no radio play you can't f** with Philip A Andersons motherf**er 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 Oh! I hit the light when I spit at your girl Turn around, do a line, and I spit on your girl Haaaa! That's the sound of my laughter My pillowcase is wired 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 pa** out and the first to f** And whatchya do? Sell snow, man, all the blow The motherf**ing pied piper owes me dough 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 f**ing 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, f**, snort, shoot and fight Ya f** with Phil ya gonna f** 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