Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Drugs, artist - Bizarre. Album song Liquor Weed & Food Stamps, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 02.03.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Red Head
Song language: English
Drugs |
| Drunk off 75 I lost my right eye |
| On ecstasy, bitches undress me |
| Balls in their mouth like dizzy gillespie |
| Now who the fuck wanna get fucked from behind |
| I do two lines, put my dick in the bitches spine |
| Rottweilers, I leave em sedated |
| My dick so big my dog got his ass spaded |
| I’m at the airport, police tryin' to get me |
| Two pounds of coke in my bag, but it belongs to whitney |
| Bitch, go send Bobby to get me, or get your ass beat the fuck up by Cindy |
| Obie don’t temp me, or I’ll rape this bitch and use no fuckin' jimmy |
| Sniffin coke, pass out on the banister, what the fuck you expect dude |
| strawberry’s my manager |
| Drugs, let the pain run through your body |
| Drugs, let the pills take control of your soul |
| Drugs, let the pain run through your body |
| Drugs, let the pills take control of your soul |
| Lets get hiiiiiigh |
| The drugs is costin', so alcohol is often |
| Engulfed in Obie Trice pee more than that THC |
| Depression get me to drink more, but I did that before even when I wasn’t |
| stressin |
| It’s like barley, bacardi stimulate my body to the point I might crash your |
| party |
| Hungover the next morning, remember the shit hardly |
| 7-up motherfucker don’t bother me |
| At times I get intimate with a bitch and my dick goes limp but I’m still a pimp |
| Yes, my liver resembles a shrimp, cirrhosis so close while I wild out irish rose |
| Hold my dick while me and Bizarre pose for them extra fat hoes, gamin' to get |
| us home |
| Jumped my bones, I was drunk and gone, I gotta leave these wild drugs alone |
| nigga |
| I lick clit til' your fuckin' pussy blister |
| I’m at the Grammys, snortin' coke with Beyonce’s little sister |
| Want beef? |
| I’m more than a rapper |
| It’ll be lights out, like you had the fuckin' clapper |
| My girl, she don’t wanna make love no more |
| Fuck it that’s what they make crackheads for |
| A pound of weed, I spent about a g |
| This is America, get your drugs for free |
| Vodka, Brandy, Whiskey, Brew |
| Bizarre, Obie Trice, brain cells through |
| Ecstasy, vicodin hikes up my heart rate |
| Fuck it being high runs right up my alleyway |
| I drink like you eat, you don’t eat like I drink though, not even fatsos |
| I guzzle, no sipper, wet my whiskers, get wit' cha |
| Challenge anybody crushin' liquor nigga |