| Drunk off 75 I lost my right eye
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| On ecstasy, bitches undress me
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| Balls in their mouth like dizzy gillespie
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| Now who the fuck wanna get fucked from behind
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| I do two lines, put my dick in the bitches spine
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| Rottweilers, I leave em sedated
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| My dick so big my dog got his ass spaded
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| I’m at the airport, police tryin' to get me
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| Two pounds of coke in my bag, but it belongs to whitney
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| Bitch, go send Bobby to get me, or get your ass beat the fuck up by Cindy
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| Obie don’t temp me, or I’ll rape this bitch and use no fuckin' jimmy
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| Sniffin coke, pass out on the banister, what the fuck you expect dude
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| strawberry’s my manager
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| Drugs, let the pain run through your body
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| Drugs, let the pills take control of your soul
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| Drugs, let the pain run through your body
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| Drugs, let the pills take control of your soul
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| Lets get hiiiiiigh
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| The drugs is costin', so alcohol is often
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| Engulfed in Obie Trice pee more than that THC
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| Depression get me to drink more, but I did that before even when I wasn’t
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| stressin
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| It’s like barley, bacardi stimulate my body to the point I might crash your
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| party
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| Hungover the next morning, remember the shit hardly
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| 7-up motherfucker don’t bother me
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| At times I get intimate with a bitch and my dick goes limp but I’m still a pimp
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| Yes, my liver resembles a shrimp, cirrhosis so close while I wild out irish rose
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| Hold my dick while me and Bizarre pose for them extra fat hoes, gamin' to get
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| us home
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| Jumped my bones, I was drunk and gone, I gotta leave these wild drugs alone
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| nigga
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| I lick clit til' your fuckin' pussy blister
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| I’m at the Grammys, snortin' coke with Beyonce’s little sister
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| Want beef? |
| I’m more than a rapper
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| It’ll be lights out, like you had the fuckin' clapper
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| My girl, she don’t wanna make love no more
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| Fuck it that’s what they make crackheads for
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| A pound of weed, I spent about a g
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| This is America, get your drugs for free
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| Vodka, Brandy, Whiskey, Brew
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| Bizarre, Obie Trice, brain cells through
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| Ecstasy, vicodin hikes up my heart rate
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| Fuck it being high runs right up my alleyway
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| I drink like you eat, you don’t eat like I drink though, not even fatsos
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| I guzzle, no sipper, wet my whiskers, get wit' cha
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| Challenge anybody crushin' liquor nigga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Drugs , by - Bizarre. Song from the album Liquor Weed & Food Stamps, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп