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Infatuated With Drugs
Young Dolph, Big Moochie Grape & Snupe Bandz
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Big paid (Okay) Big rocks (Okay) Big straps (Okay) (Let the BandPlay) Yeah One-hundred racks got my sad (Damn) Two-hundred rounds inside the G-wagon (Damn) ****ed her one time and she won't stop braggin' (Damn) Half a mill' cash, all Andrew Jacksons Got a project b***h, look like Janet Jackson (Woo) I got three-tone on, yellow gold, rose gold White gold, buy my pistol plastic (Yeah, yeah, hey) I can't stick my d**k in her, that b***h a duck (B***h) N***a, you broke, I don't wanna link up (Uh-uh) I know they hatin', but I don't give a **** (Ayy) Might wake up and bando the car, just because (Ayy) I turn a millionaire b***h to my slut (B***h) C*****e cool-aid all in my cup (Dirty) She told her daddy she ****in' the plug Grew up infatuated with drugs She told her daddy she ****in' a thug (A gangster) N***a, my juice wet, this shit look (Like) Blew me a hundred one day, just because (A hundred) Crip n***a, I'm the big cuz' (Big cuz') Stuck with my day-ones, we come out that mud (On God) Can't **** on no broke b***h, she can't even get a hug (Uh-uh) Paper Route business, rich n****s, we live it up Caught me a bomb and I took the whole ticket up Broke-ass n****s, they ain't even keepin' up (Yessir) Instagram model, she gon' let me beat it up Right behind this, she gon' eat all my semen up (Uh-uh) Send the blitz on your block, watch the car creepin' up Turned nothin' to somethin', they didn't believe in us (Believe that) We talkin' 'bout millions, tell me where we meetin' up (We meetin' up) Mention the gas, on they ass, I'ma keep it up (I'ma keep it up) Young n***a, take yourself, call the Grim Reaper up Two-thousand, never done seen her Turtle with speak water, b***h do the leave (True story) Feelin' the spot and I'm runnin' through Ps (Runnin' through Ps) ****in' this foreign b***h and she speak Portuguese Come with that chopper, won't let you get close to me Servin' up Granny, like **** an anomaly We know you a b***h, no, you can't get up under me (Uh-uh) We **** up the VIP, but pull up, we a hundred deep (Yeah) One-hundred racks got my [?]sad (Damn) Two-hundred rounds inside the G-wagon (Damn) ****ed her one time and she won't stop braggin' (Damn) Half a mill' cash, all Andrew Jacksons Got a project b***h, look like Janet Jackson (Woo) I got three-tone on, yellow gold, rose gold White gold, buy my pistol plastic (Yeah, yeah, hey) I can't stick my d**k in her, that b***h a duck (B***h) N***a, you broke, I don't wanna link up (Uh-uh) I know they hatin', but I don't give a **** (Ayy) Might wake up and bando the car, just because (Ayy) I turn a millionaire b***h to my slut (B***h) C*****e cool-aid all in my cup (Dirty) She told her daddy she ****in' the plug Grew up infatuated with drugs (Bandz, yeah) Fell in love with the chop', ain't no love for no ho' (No) I'm in the bando, come get her, come (Come on) I might show you some lil' VV, get tinted more I'm the lil' n***a on the block Sellin' grams at the corner store Now a n***a got a Hundred bun on me, got my pockets on swole (On swole) Ice on my neck and my wrist got me froze (Ice, yeah) Walk out the mansion, I hop in a spaceship (Skrrt) Play with my gang, b***h, you gon' get a facelift (Baow) Keep a Drac' on me with a banana clip (Drac') Got the whole hood behind, I'm a legend like Nip' (Nip') Blew a black flame, n***a, I'll never flip I **** with the Bloods and the Crips (Crips) I'm colorblind, all my n****s They shootin' off the rip (Off the hip) Bankroll in my pocket, got my pants saggy (Saggy) Big racks in my skinny jeans, make 'em baggy (Baggy) Fell in love with the chopper, sendin' dope like my daddy (Ayy) Hood fillin' up, my dope fiend's a crack addict (Yeah) Hustlers and shooters, we ball like the Mavericks (Ball) I'm a rockstar, b***h, I've never been average (Rockstar) I'm a rockstar, b***h, I've never been average (Rockstar) Trapper, not a rapper, b***h You know I ain't average (Nah, on gang) One-hundred racks got my [?]sad (Damn) Two-hundred rounds inside the G-wagon (Damn) ****ed her one time and she won't stop braggin' (Damn) Half a mill' cash, all Andrew Jacksons Got a project b***h, look like Janet Jackson (Woo) I got three-tone on, yellow gold, rose gold White gold, buy my pistol plastic (Yeah, yeah, hey) I can't stick my d**k in her, that b***h a duck (B***h) N***a, you broke, I don't wanna link up (Uh-uh) I know they hatin', but I don't give a **** (Ayy) Might wake up and bando the car, just because (Ayy) I turn a millionaire b***h to my slut (B***h) C*****e cool-aid all in my cup (Dirty) She told her daddy she ****in' the plug Grew up infatuated with drugs
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