| Look, I done fucked around and turned your daughter to a eater, yeah
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| If my baby cheating on me, I don’t really need her, yeah
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| Ugly motherfucker got the pretty hoes dreaming, yeah
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| I can’t help myself, no, I was always out here scheming, yeah
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| Bass God, Bass God, Bass God, Bass, yeah
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| I could wash my pain away with drugs to the face
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| I could front your ass at least a dub if he’s straight
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| I won’t make deliveries unless it’s an eighth
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| On my dick, on my dick, I’m a mean ass nigga
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| You don’t rap, you ain’t real, you a green ass nigga
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| I got pack, I got pack, I got loud, loud, loud
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| I don’t trap, bitch I juug
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| It go down, down, down
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| Hold up
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| Eat the pussy, leave her ass behind like yesterday
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| I got the track, we could text today
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| Pull out the pack and I flex a J, Lord knows, knows
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| I don’t fuck with you, it ain’t no need to speculate
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| I bring his bitch into the base
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| I got that voodoo for you, baby
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| I got the shooters going crazy
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| I let them do the illustration
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| I’m in the mood, I’m hella faded
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| You’re my pursuit like Will and Jaden
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| I must remove the text you gave me
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| You know my main investigating
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| I got the acid, I’m amazing
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| I gotta laugh when I’m sedated
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| Hold on, I’m on point, I’m on point, pull up
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| Hopping through the county, I’ve been tryna make a move up
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| Never been a sober motherfucker, hallelujah
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| I’m the one that showed a motherfucker how to do it
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| Run up on a other nigga, ever been a gutter nigga
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| Caught him with the cutter, had to cut a nigga up bih
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| Who got the funk? |
| Who got the pack?
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| Just hit me up, I’ll hit you back
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| Young nigga, young nigga, young lit nigga
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| No shit, I was with your bitch, she was lit, nigga
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| No flex, they the ones who slept on some real niggas
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| Hit me on my motherfucking line, I could serve you up
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| Like, hit me on my motherfucking line, I could serve you up
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| Like hit me on my motherfucking line, I could serve you up
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| Like young nigga, young nigga, young lit nigga
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| Hit me on my motherfucking line, I could serve you up
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| Like
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| Dolemite, dynamite, galactic your ass tonight
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| Acid trip manager, I spy a K tonight
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| Jugular, jugular, slice it with pocket knife
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| I want your mother now, cougar my dick tonight
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| I been charged up like some Powerade, Broward made
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| Throwin' shade at you like a bucket hat, mmm
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| Minute Maid, OJ, light aid, risk worth
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| Niggas hatin' on me, what the fuck is that? |
| Mm
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| Yo' bitch confuse you like riddle, mm
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| You niggas sticky like maple, mmm
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| .40 tug tight like a cradle, mm
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| Fantasy, I’m yo' bitch faithful, mm
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| She suck like vampire, I stake her, mmm
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| Build-A-Bear Workshop, I take her, mm
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| Beat the pussy like I hate her, mm
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| She sniff that white but no Quaker, mmm
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| Take him, meet his maker, As-Salaam-Alaikum
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| I just want the paper quick like a pussy
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| Fall in like a laker, big dick like an acre
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| I need more drugs in the pot, bitch I’m cooking
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| Dancing with the Stars, my diamonds shining
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| And it couldn’t be a better timing, mm
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| Nigga call your barber, your line is frowning
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| Fade away, fade away the climate, ew
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| Young nigga, young nigga, young lit nigga
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| No shit, I was with your bitch, she was lit, nigga
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| No flex, they the ones who slept on some real niggas
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| Hit me on my motherfucking line, I could serve you up
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| Like, hit me on my motherfucking line, I could serve you up
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| Like hit me on my motherfucking line, I could serve you up
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| Like young nigga, young nigga, young lit nigga
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| Hit me on my motherfucking line, I could serve you up
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| Like…
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| I need more drugs (My motherfucking line)
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| You need more drugs (Hol' up, Hol' up)
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| We need more drugs, yo, yo (My motherfucking line)
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| Look, I need more drugs (My motherfucking line)
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| You need more drugs (Ay)
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| We need more drugs, yo, yo (Hol' up, Hol' up)
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| I need more drugs (Ay)
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| You need more drugs, yeah (Whachu say?)
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| We need more drugs (Hol' up, hol' up)
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| Hold on, I need more drugs, yeah (Ay)
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| You need more drugs, yeah
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| We need more drugs (Whachu say?)
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| Bass, nigga, hol' on
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| Bass, nigga, hol' on
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| I need more drugs
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| You need more drugs, hey
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| We need more drugs
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| Bass, hol' on, hey
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| Bass, bass, bass, bass, nigga
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| On my fucking 20 what you owe me boy
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| On my fucking 20, nigga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Need More Drugs , by - Bass Santana. Song from the album Obeah Child, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп