Tag: Takin Molly


Kodak Black – Call You Lyrics




[Intro]
Ayy, Ben, I always call you when I need a hit, man
I call you when I need to roll one
I call you when I need to roll one
You call me when you need to hold something

[Verse 1]
You only call me when you need a loan
And I’m only talkin’ murder on my other phone
She be right here like she posted
And I’m havin’ ruffles on my shoulder
You know I love to shine, so my gun plated gold
[?] high, got me on my tippy toes
I’m already zombie, I ain’t gotta sell my soul, baby
Own a mansion, now my last home done got old
I be totin’ pole, I’m pourin’ a four, I’m rollin’ mold
Flyin’ [?], nigga be flyin’ cold
And I’m takin’ money with the dope now
I promise I’m a junkie on the dope now
Takin’ Molly got me takin’ souls
Takin’ Molly fucked me up, I know
I know I’m a zombie on Earth, I’m a [?]
And I’m bringin’ hell on Earth for these hoes
Put my heaven on Earth for my whole baby
I love my old girl, I love my old lady
Lookin’ in my rear view, I ain’t paranoid, I’m on point
In the club, twenty on my legs, but I’m [?]
She said, “Kodak, is you flyer than my nigga?” uh huh
Police asked if I know what happened to that nigga, uh uh
They like, “Really, it ain’t none of your goddamn business?” noneya
You niggas got the same drip, I’m drippin’ custom
Kill a nigga broad daylight just for custom
Kill a nigga right in public ’bout my brothers
I don’t play no games, you could miss me with the fun
‘Cause I got a AR-15 in the trunk
Lil’ nigga, but I beat it like I’m puntin’
I parked the Wraith, then I pulled up in a [?]
Sniper Gang Taliban, I’m a dog, yeah
Remember hittin’ stores, hidin’ in a [?], yeah
Jump out with my orange ski mask like I’m pumpkin
I run out on you faggot ass niggas, y’all be punkin’
Even though I’m little, I be makin’ big boy moves
They know that I’m little, so I got a lot to prove
I done transformed from that nigga to that [?]
Talkin’ ’bout that I’m gon’ need you on the [?]

[Verse 2]
[?]
Talkin’ ’bout that I’m ‘gon need you on a T-shirt
That money talk, you niggas teeth hurt
I’m gon’ need you on a T-shirt, yeah
Molly pink on it, yuh
My momma call Bill, I kill to pay the bills, I swear
My momma named me Jason, see me in your sleep, nightmare
My family called me God’s son, ’cause I’m gon’ need bloodshed
Yuh, I’m gon’ need your whole head
’90s baby, I ain’t got no respect for the old heads
Sniper Gang, most of my niggas done gone fed
I ain’t Tweetin’, pussy nigga, I know you scared
Catch me slidin’ in the decoy, fuck a Maybach
She said, “Do you fuck with d-boy?” that was way back
I split yo’ ass, I put your top right where your tape at
I’m ’bout that gun play, got a AK in the Maybach
I lost my homie to a gunman
I lost my other homie ’cause I found money
I’m SG, 13 is done with
I’m jumpin’ out the [?], I got done with it




Metallica – Whiskey In The Jar




As I was goin’ over
The Cork and Kerry Mountains
I saw Captain Farrell
And his money, he was countin’
I first produced my pistol
And then produced my rapier
I said, "Stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya"

I took all of his money
And it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money,
Yeah, and I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she loved me,
No, never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman,
Yeah, for you know she tricked me easy

Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da
Whack for my daddy, oh
Whack for my daddy, oh
There’s whiskey in the jar, oh

Being drunk and weary
I went to Molly’s chamber
Takin’ Molly with me
But I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven,
Yeah, in walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired my pistols
And I shot him with both barrels

Yeah, musha rain dum a doo, dum a da, ha, yeah
Whack for my daddy, oh
Whack for my daddy, oh
There’s whiskey in the jar, oh

Yeah, whiskey, yo, whiskey
Oh, oh, yeah
Oh, oh, yeah

Now some men like a fishin’
But some men like the fowlin’
Some men like to hear,
To hear the cannonball roarin’
Me, I like sleepin’,
‘Specially in my Molly’s chamber
But here I am in prison,
Here I am with a ball and chain, yeah

Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da, heh, heh
Whack for my daddy, oh
Whack for my daddy, oh
There’s whiskey in the jar, oh, yeah
Whiskey in the jar, oh

Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da
Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da, hey
Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da
Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da, yeah