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letra de drugs & bad co. - kx legit

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[verse]
look all these women got me real timid
gabs city got my head spinning
twitter now is like a platform where the broke & bitter go & tabloid
tryna lead the boyz to paradise
i swear we gonna get the head-sp-ce right
put a knife to these wild late nights
necessary noise chubb heightz life-utlwa!

all this mild depression need to turn my ills into an ep
i’m karaoke in a white corolla with a couple girls off the e-pill
& that’s my cue to get the refill, drown emotions in a belvedere
i said tlatsa kopi till we all nice
i got plenty greens in the ash tray to get the gas right

[chorus]
daps
i see plenty snakes in my gr-ss
but i got plenty juice in my gl-ss so f-ck it this friday night might be the last, facts!
mad drugs & bad company
that’s plenty snakes in the gr-ss
but i got plenty tank for the gas so f-ck it this friday night might be the last, facts!

[verse]
plenty facades, plenty snakes, plenty fake smiles
but trust i’m gonna get my paper right
like f-ck a mediocre lifestyle
like f-ck a ground floor level look man we finna take it to the top now
like f-ck a non-believer keep sleeping i manoeuvre still without a cosign
look i’m prime time!

dumb it down a semi acapella for the old times
& the old timer told me more success equates to more problems, tough climate
but the plastic paper come with everything, yea come with everything
all the love & the hate that the money brings i just dumb it down with groupie energies yea-yea

[chorus]
daps
i see plenty snakes in my gr-ss
but i got plenty juice in my gl-ss so f-ck it this friday night might be the last, facts!
mad drugs & bad company
that’s plenty snakes in the gr-ss
but i got plenty tank for the gas so f-ck it this friday night might be the last, facts!

raps up, daps
i see plenty snakes in my gr-ss
but i got plenty juice in my gl-ss so f-ck it
f-ck it (x3)
look

raps up, daps
i see plenty snakes in my gr-ss
but i got plenty tank for the gas so f-ck it this friday night might be the last, facts!

[verse]
always blinded by the city nights
losing morals for a petty like
& we the wylin type
that hennessy without the dash life
f-ck a sprite can its only bottles here
i got the big amount
circle getting kinda bigger now
& michael told me ’bout the women there but i could give a f-ck about a body count
ay what you really bout!?

[outro]
dash, hennessy
dash
medicine, cannabis
whippin’ through the work
tryna rummage through these bags
bags (x6)

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