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letra de drugs ii - dwa$h

[intro: dwa$h]
man y’all n-ggas camping man
you n-ggas ain’t really smoking no dope
quit flexing and all that exercising man
three dollar bill -ss n-ggas!

[hook: dwa$h]
everybody talk that sh-t, n-gga you don’t get high!
four blunts of the loud, that’s it? n-gga you don’t get fried!
put a whole three nickel to the face, n-gga i don’t get tired
smoke dope all day, all night, roll up ’til i lose my mind!
b-tch i’m gone, that dope got me in it (x4)

[verse 1: dwa$h]
whole ‘lot of henny in the cup
whole ‘lot of sticky in the blunt
hoes saying let’s move to the back –
now there’s no longer any in the front
one thing about me i’m g i don’t need no n-gga
three gs of the lean plus weed i don’t need no liquor
hundreds all in my bank, purple all in her drink
she got white all on her nose; she on everything that i ain’t
b-tch i smoke dope, pop out! smoke more, knock out!
got my blood brothers with me with the glock out
b-tch i’m working up the trap never clock out
i’m a fly young n-gga, four cups deep i can hold my liquor
can’t control my n-ggas, or say no to my n-ggas
roll, i’mma roll up witcha, got four more swishers
bro turned up game over can’t hold that n-gga
ain’t even hit midnight and his b-tch want to f-ck already?
oh lord i figured
man i love my n-ggas, man i love my squad
i don’t want to cuff your broad, i wanna f-ck your broad
y’all n-ggas don’t get high, why y’all stunt so hard?
i love my n-ggas, man i love my squad
i don’t want to cuff your broad, i wanna f-ck your broad
y’all n-ggas don’t get high, why y’all stunt so hard?

[hook]

[verse 2: p-air]
balling with these bucks like jennings
smoke a couple blunts so i’m in it
young n-gga smoking like chimney
b-tch -ss fat but she skinny
one thing about p, i’m g i don’t need no ho
got a clique full of shooters –
guess what? b-tch they all gone blow
got play dough but don’t play though
no cape; i don’t save hoes
and i change whips like i change clothes
danny in the cut like fredo
my watch so gold, i mean so gold –
should be at the end of that rainbow
and it’s sunny out but i’m throwing money
so that b-tch gonna need her a raincoat
i throw money!
it ain’t sh-t to me, i get cake a lot
and the weed so loud when i spark up
i might just wake the block
if the kush that good –
then i’mma need me a whole f-cking pound of that
and my b-tch always end up on x –
like she don’t know the whole f-cking alphabet
i said f-ck school; dropped out
wrote raps; at the top now
now everybody hating; clique hot now
pockets looking beat up; got knots now
when your b-tch wanna f-ck i tell her not now
gave the whole squad top, call her c-ck-mouth
try to keep a rubber band on the guap now
but i got bands like katie so it pop out!
dope!
[hook]

- dwah

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