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letra de good drugs - berner & young dolph

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[chorus: young dolph]
why i sag like this, ’cause i don’t give a d-mn
why i talk this trap sh-t, ’cause i don’t give a d-mn
ayy, i just weighed a joint that weighed six grams
if she ain’t a freak then i don’t give a d-mn
bad b-tches, good drugs
bad b-tches, good drugs
bad b-tches, good drugs
bad b-tches, good drugs, good drugs

[verse 1: berner]
sideshows and lil baby let the tires burn
i ain’t got time for her ‘less she tryna earn
h-lla packs on the floor, grab the purple gloves
got a taste of out of state money, fell in love
f-ck a safe, we dig holes somewhere in the hills
she a star plus baby girl can run in heels
f-ck the radio, they play me ‘hind them prison walls
throw me all of ’em, i bet you i can move ’em all
atlanta georgia for the summer, tell them trucks to leave
extend stay on claremont, i stayed there for a week
the w on buckhead, that’s where the smoking fee
i get eight grand a p when i’m overseas

[chorus: young dolph]
why i sag like this, ’cause i don’t give a d-mn
why i talk this trap sh-t, ’cause i don’t give a d-mn
ayy, i just weighed a joint that weighed six grams
if she ain’t a freak then i don’t give a d-mn
bad b-tches, good drugs
bad b-tches, good drugs
bad b-tches, good drugs
bad b-tches, good drugs, good drugs

[verse 2: juicy j]
taxing these n-gg-s like uncle sam (f-ck you pay me)
i don’t f-ck with the pigs but i’m goin’ ham
i smoke nothin’ but the k!ller, i call it ambulance
i got an old school faster than your f-ckin’ lam’ (we gone)
n-gg-s hate, i don’t give a d-mn
12 come, get up out the jam
b-tch you know who the f-ck i am
f-ck a ho, kick her out like pam
my hood afghanistan
good dope like pakistan
wrap the work up, pack it in
pull the whip up, back it in
good dope, bad b-tches
i let my workers bag the work in my benz, bag b-tches, yeah
you say no to them drugs, i can’t
they don’t tell me no at the bank
gold teeth and cuban links
b-tch chose me ‘fore she blinked

[chorus: young dolph]
why i sag like this, ’cause i don’t give a d-mn
why i talk this trap sh-t, ’cause i don’t give a d-mn
ayy, i just weighed a joint that weighed six grams
if she ain’t a freak then i don’t give a d-mn
bad b-tches, good drugs
bad b-tches, good drugs
bad b-tches, good drugs
bad b-tches, good drugs, good drugs

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