Psychedelic Funk lyrics

by

Xavier Wulf


[Intro]
Make it
Gianni Lee
Psyche-psychedelic funk, f*ck with this sh*t, b*tch
Psyche-psychedelic funk, f*ck with this sh*t, b*tch
Mac-Mac 11, ho, hit yo ass real quick

[Verse 1]
I stimulate my brain with this b*tch named Mary Jane
She wanna hit my treat, but I told this b*tch she can't
I'm pouring up zips, I got narcotics in my drank
Your girlfriend been watchin' me, she see I do my thing
Chris f*ckin' Travis, I don't f*ck with you lames
I'm drinkin' pink soda with a side of pizza, mane
The sh*t be so delicious, plenty b*tches in my kitchen
Them hoes ain't water whippin'
They just cookin' food, and strippin'
Meanwhile, I'm chillin', ate some shrooms, so I'm trippin'
Vibin' to the funk, b*tch, the psychedelic spirits
Sippin' so much lean, a n*gga p*ssin' purple urine
Now, open up that mouth, ho, and swallow up my children
She drunker than a b*tch, and popped some pills, so she feel it
She got butt naked, and said "n*gga let's get it"
I said "b*tch, okay, ain't no shame up in my gang"
She full of that sh*t, and barely know her whole name
I gave her a piece, now she want the whole thing
Sex with these b*tches, prometh' up in my tank
Codeine sex is the f*ckin' best, mane
She said a n*gga artsy, b*tch, that be my right brain
[Hook]
Psychedelic funk
f*ck with this sh*t, b*tch
Psyche-psychedelic funk
f*ck with this sh*t, b*tch
Psyche-psychedelic funk
f*ck with this sh*t, b*tch
Mac-Mac 11, ho, hit yo ass real quick

[Verse 2]
Told that ho to get it, I'm a mothaf*ckin' chemist
Pouring up potion, b*tches mind and prescription
Only f*ck with women that portray that hippie image
Tumblr ass b*tch, she got them stars on her titties
I said lets leave, and the b*tch came with me
I don't give a f*ck, my n*gga, take care of your b*tches
They all on my di*k, but I tell 'em don't kiss me
I'm feelin' on her clit, and the rest is f*ckin' history
n*ggas jack my steez, 'cause they ain't got no b*tches
Send kisses to you women that's highed up listenin'
I told you f*ck n*ggas, we gon' be rich in a minute
Mac-11 for you pus*y n*ggas always trippin'
The Arizona tea and prometh', b*tch, I mix it
Now listen to this sh*t, as you start to feel trippy
And drink up that vodka, f*ck tryna be tipsy
I do my own thang, f*ck whoever not helpin'
I'm sippin' Texas tea, and I'm smokin' Boston Celtics
I keep that purple drank, mane, they call a n*gga Welch's
And b*tch, I got the drugs, man, I know you n*ggas smell it
My fault, I took your b*tch, my n*gga, I swear, I can't help it
[Hook]
Psyche-psychedelic funk
f*ck with this sh*t, b*tch
Psyche-psychedelic funk
f*ck with this sh*t, b*tch
Psyche-psychedelic funk
f*ck with this sh*t, b*tch
Mac-Mac 11, ho, hit yo ass real quick
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