[Intro] Take drugs
[Chorus] Yeah, don't do Drugs Yeah, everybody, don't do Drugs Yeah, don't do Drugs Haha, yeah
[Verse 1] Well, it's a, crazy motherfucker named Mac Shit, I'm in it too deep, ain't no time for goin' back And the flow is jacked, Colt .45 in the grocery bag You know it's that explosion rap, fire cracker, broken glass These motherfuckers ain't bubblin', the soda flat Forever I'ma go to bat, bitches wanna hold him back Impulsive, irrational, he a maniac, but fuck gossip Keep it casual, where the paper at? A couple problems, fuck options, too late for that I need the check, someone tell me where the waiter at Oh, it's the devil, tell me where the angels at And tell 'em I want my—, I want my—, want my baby back Insane shit, my brain probably ain't attached Don't show your face round here, it isn't safe for that Bitch, I got my heart broke, on lock though Keep a couple keys out in Longboat [Chorus] Drugs Yeah, don't, do Drugs Yeah, don't do Drugs Yeah, don't do Drugs Yeah
[Verse 2] Okay, well Well, the assets deeper than the rap check They sleepin' on the ether still, I ain't take a nap yet They all up in my shit like a airport bag check Well, that shit is tactics, you haven't seen me mad yet Dalai Lama, motherfucker, chill out Weed was so cool, but everybody poppin' pills now Yup, the Broke Till I'm Dead hoodie on I make the songs that the bitches throw the pussy on I'm a king on the board, y'all be lookin' pawn Pissin' on a lawn with my dick in my palm Isn't he on? Officially the ticker of bomb At the crib chillin', thinkin' 'bout Nicki Minaj It's a mirage, don't believe half the shit that we say Me, I'm on the freeway, motherfuckin' PA Droppin' like D-Day, shoppin' like eBay Always gotta ball up, I'm Fuamatu-Ma'afala that [Chorus] Drugs Yeah, don't, do Drugs Yeah, don't do Drugs Yeah, don't do Drugs Yeah, okay Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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