Drag Queen
Cigarettes, cigarettes
Pass me that, I need a drag, need a drag
No, I don't smoke, but I don't give a fuck no more
Cigarettes, cigarettes
Pass me that, I need a drag, need a drag
No, I don't smoke, but I don't give a fuck no more
You stress me out, I need a puff
I need a spliff of something I can hit
Don't want a shot, 'cause I'm not your Darlin' Doll
Can't dress me up, don't need no makeup
Don't want your lipstick, girl you can keep it
So, uh, fuck off, I'm not your Darlin' Doll
Cigarettes, cigarettes
Pass me that, I need a drag, need a drag
No, I don't smoke, but I don't give a fuck no more
Cigarettes, cigarettes
Pass me that I need a drag, need a drag
No, I don't smoke, but I don't give a fuck no more
I got this shawty, always here when shit get rowdy
In my bloodstream, I can feel it in my body
Whenever I get down, there she is holding' me down
When no one's around, when it's silent, no not a sound
Feel like I can't get up, stand up, or sit up, that's when I hit up
That old familiar feeling', am I a slave, or am I willing?
I hate the feeling, can't roll that sticky when my life get tricky
So that's when I resort to Nikki
Pass me that, I need a drag, need a drag
No, I don't smoke, but I don't give a fuck no more
Cigarettes, cigarettes
Pass me that, I need a drag, need a drag
No, I don't smoke, but I don't give a fuck no more
You stress me out, I need a puff
I need a spliff of something I can hit
Don't want a shot, 'cause I'm not your Darlin' Doll
Can't dress me up, don't need no makeup
Don't want your lipstick, girl you can keep it
So, uh, fuck off, I'm not your Darlin' Doll
Cigarettes, cigarettes
Pass me that, I need a drag, need a drag
No, I don't smoke, but I don't give a fuck no more
Cigarettes, cigarettes
Pass me that I need a drag, need a drag
No, I don't smoke, but I don't give a fuck no more
I got this shawty, always here when shit get rowdy
In my bloodstream, I can feel it in my body
Whenever I get down, there she is holding' me down
When no one's around, when it's silent, no not a sound
Feel like I can't get up, stand up, or sit up, that's when I hit up
That old familiar feeling', am I a slave, or am I willing?
I hate the feeling, can't roll that sticky when my life get tricky
So that's when I resort to Nikki
Credits
Writer(s): Hennessy Marie Echemendia, Robert Bryson Hall
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