Johnny Tra$h - Basic Witche$ lyrics

They call me Johnny Johnny, Presidente', Trashy Mafia Cash the profit, find the bottom, start the pit and turn it up Crack a bottle, rip the throttle off and fall asleep with shakes - Find out every hoe's got a head full of damn snakes Wanna get baked, honey? Light that California bud Eat a couple rolls and I might rip the damn brakes off Empty all your bottles while you take all of them pills Then we'll take it down to Jumbo's with a stack of dollar bills If you wanted it golden, then consider this payment: You're famous All that glitters is you and you're so famous So f**in' famous Pistol full of perfume and whips on the dash Right now I gotta dip but maybe when I hit this hash Might figure out a way to hit the window, fall in place Pack it tight - Loosen up, b**h, roll the dice Get to whippin' while she's pickin' fruit up out the garden She don't play no games, lil' baby likes to get retarded Put that liquor in her veins - she gon' get it started She's on that straight tequila. She don't sip Bacardi What the f** is she doing? I'm feelin s**ual tension Before American Horror, life was easy as grippin' And pinchin' a**es of b**hes Them basic witches are rich as their daddy's credit allows - Come drink with Johnny, turn up Born and raised in the south, she's a golden apparition If you get her on that bottle, she's a family tradition If you come here tryin' to preach, better do it with conviction Then swallow that pride - This music is your new religion If you're basic, you're basically foolishly foolin' with a jaded Half-drunk Miller High Life crisis King Cake with Creole Cream Cheese icing Life trippin, flip a b**h, roundin up them westside women Ride or die, b**h, can you get it? You got the chills, feelin sh**ty, feelin illness? Dopesick and dick s**in' til you pill-less? Nah you ain't no Pam Tillis Shake the sugar tree, b**h! Wesley Willis f**in with them numbers, I'ma keep it triple digits They skeeted to the moon and I'm feelin synchronistic Pop it mistress. Mystic Crystal p**y Britches You got talent. Let me see you Stevie Nix it, girl