Drugs!?

Drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs

What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing

Bring the paper, bring the smoke, bring the vibe
I don't smoke, I just like it when they ride
My bitch getting fatter than my mom
My pocket getting fatter than my other pocket
Fuck it
Apartment full of all that woop-wap
Still tryna find a real man, I
Gotta figure some shit out
I gotta figure some shit out
I said "ou", tryna get through
I said "move", my pistol green, gon' die
Somebody gon' die
I said "ou", tryna get through
I said "move", my pistol green, gon' die
Somebody gon' die
Agh!



Credits
Writer(s): Arman Bakhytbyek
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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