Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Drunk Bitches, artist - After The Smoke. Album song Microwaves, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 13.01.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Drunk Bitches |
| Na na na naaa |
| Na na na naaaaaa |
| Real nigga, fuck with me, uh |
| Na na na naaaaaa |
| All these drunk bitches, all these bitches |
| Standing in line, snapping them pictures |
| Don’t complain 'bout nothing to do |
| I’m coming for you |
| I say |
| All these drunk bitches, all these bitches |
| Standing in line with nothing to do |
| I’m coming for you |
| Real nigga, fuck with me |
| Aw hell, with this buck fifty |
| Fist full, grip full |
| How I’m 'posed to live comfortably good? |
| Kick up my feet on IKEA |
| Let’s re-up on cheeba I snatched from this dealer |
| Whom I met in high school but, since the teachers ain’t reach us |
| Through the cracks, blink deeper |
| Another liter of whiskey is speeding up my liver |
| A culmination of issues I get for fucking with her |
| Here’s a rose to all the baddest hoes |
| And glitz and glamour that we exhibit, should we unfold |
| I’m on the road to women with fake hooters |
| Swimming through the waters, avoiding these barracudas |
| Am I the victim or the shooter? |
| This is Jesus versus Judas |
| All these drunk bitches, all these bitches |
| Standing in line, snapping them pictures |
| Don’t complain 'bout nothing to do |
| I’m coming for you |
| I say |
| All these drunk bitches, all these bitches |
| Standing in line with nothing to do |
| I’m coming for you |
| Bang bang, repeat, duck down, what now? |
| Cop cars, outlaws outside of that rundown |
| Just wanna get fucked up, no need to get dumped out |
| Bad bitches so ambitious, hope ambulances don’t come 'round |
| What a great way to close out a good evening |
| Look me in the eye, what do you believe in? |
| Superstition, that supernatural flow |
| Snort up her nose, with her eyes closed |
| Now we counting hoes everywhere we go |
| She got too drunk, I got to blown |
| This is leather gripping, paper flipping with the roof missing |
| Vroom vroom, 'scurt off in the new edition |
| What a contradiction, hide her hate behind the lipstick |
| Choose ya poison, while expecting me to fix it |
| Now, bring the noise in, throw it back until ya hurl |
| In the end, it’s you and me against the world |
| All these drunk bitches, all these bitches |
| Standing in line, snapping them pictures |
| Don’t complain 'bout nothing to do |
| I’m coming for you |
| I say |
| All these drunk bitches, all these bitches |
| Standing in line with nothing to do |
| I’m coming for you |