cologne Songtext
von deathtoricky

This, this, this is a certified
Death, death, death, death, death
To Ricky production, (bitch)
Fuck with it or don′t bozo
We're taking the whole 23 up with us

What, what, what you doing on your own
I can tell you like the smell of my cologne
I can take you anywhere from Cali to Athlone
I can take you places that you thought you′d never know

Rollin' off some X pills, baby girl I'm faded
Tryna call my mother up and tell her that I made it
Bass, bass kickin′ when I′m rockin' out the stage, bitch
You stay slippin′ cause you walked out on some bait shit


Flaked out on the day shift
You know I'm the best and you know that you can′t replace this
Couple more weeks and I'll be all over your playlist
I know that you′re fuckin' with this, just go ahead and save it
Ain't no point in waitin

What, what, what you doing on your own
I can tell you like the smell of my cologne
I can take you anywhere from Cali to Athlone
I can take you places that you thought you′d never know

I like when the joint has kick back
Only bread you touched is the buns off the Big Mac
Only bags up in your room are empty bags of knick-knacks
Your fat and bald, head lookin′ like a tic

I didn't get a haircut
I told her its just slicked back
Robbed of your dignity
You have to get your lick back

Get out my vicinity or you′re gonna get clicked back
Tell the underground scene that the king- king