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Acetone Boogie - Detroit Wock City Lyrics

ANOTHER CERTIFIED JUGG CLASSIC. JUGGAHOLICS
(Devereaux)

[Chorus]

[Verse 1: Frankie Goldie]
Dirty Faygo got me spun out at the function (ooh)
Rocking round with the (?) got me slumped bitch
More dog food in my body than a Pet Smart
Vision getting blurry I can't feel my left arm
Mane I'm faded like a vintage Hallowicked tee
My plug got percs for 12 but he charging me like 6 a piece
I feel like Jesus singing gospel in the graveyard
Paint on my face ready to die like I'm Braveheart
Drinkin on that wockiana, buss it down like thotiana proud of me I'm rockin' Prada
Roll the cheese up, enchiladas
Like this tactical and pull up on your baby momma
Frankie in the bitch and you know it's bout to be a problem
Body in the trunk whippin' up that Betty Crocker wait that's another comma shut that shit like Benihana
Walk up in my walk in closet pouring lean I'm leaky faucet
Creme soda Faygo I will never switch I promise

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Ayo, drop pop fizzle all this 30 (?)
I drink the blood of Christ until I'm feeling like a goon lit
Ooh shit, My face is feeling itchy and this yiggity all in my nose got my eye kinda twitchy
It's the Juggaholic clique, all these hittas are with me
On my Bobby Brown shit with a cute tweaker chick named Whitney
Nah she ain't from Philly but she pay tons to get with me
Cause she know I got the dirty Faygo drippin' it's so sticky (yuh yuh)
[Interlude]
Drinking til' I black out
Drinkin til' I black out
Faygo in my cup pour it up I'm feeling good now
Homies by my side
Wicked clowns until I die
Yeah your girl she tried to slide yeah she really down to ride yeah
Bottle of patron bitch I'm really in my zone
Shit be tasting more like water every drop that I pour
Yeah you fucking with a killa that's your girl I tried to steal her
Keep on drinkin'
Keep on drinkin' in the mornin' feela feela

BITCH
REAL JUGG SHIT