Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Love, Drugs Etc, artist - Brianna Perry. Date of issue: 13.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Love, Drugs Etc |
| Yeah |
| Attention |
| Haha |
| BP the real bitches in the room |
| Respect |
| Woke up with a new demeanor, traded in my old Beamer |
| Condo next to the arena, VVS’s Aquafina (Water) |
| You don’t want the smoke, emphysema |
| Flexin' on these hoes, John Cena |
| Espadrille the toes, misdemeanor |
| Pockets lookin' dumb, call it Gina |
| Grandma said the grass ain’t greener |
| Fuck the word love, Ike and Tina |
| Burn the prenup, take him to the cleaners |
| See what happened to Brad and Angelina |
| Ayy, where you from? |
| (Where you from, nigga?) |
| Where would you claim? |
| Throw up your gang |
| Huffin apartments, Miami Gardens |
| No, we not the same |
| Say you doin' numbers, where the stash? |
| Say you streamin' records, where the plaques? |
| Say you movin' sacks, where the packs? |
| Hardest bitch to snap, that’s a fact |
| Eleventh grade, skippin' school to Saks |
| In the trap, bumpin' Marvin Sapp |
| Hundred bands inside the Apple Jacks |
| So what the fuck you plan to do with that? |
| (What you gon' do with that?) |
| I think I’m better without you (Shit, I know that) |
| Textin' back, «What that mouth do?» |
| (What this nigga want?) |
| He talkin' love, drugs, etcetera |
| But nigga we through, do what you do (Attention) |
| Crush up a Xan, crush up a Xan, crush up a Xanny |
| Crush up a Xan, crush up a Xan, crush up a Xanny |
| I don’t do love, I don’t do love, a day with the glove |
| Crush up a Xan, crush up a Xan, crush up a Xan |
| Hardest bitch in rap, that’s a fact (Bri) |
| Checkin' pussy hoes, that’s a pact |
| Say you fuckin' Bri, that’s cap |
| Knock the logo clean off your cap |
| Wish a nigga would in this bitch |
| Paid my dues, time to get rich |
| Hang C and mindin' my business |
| Hoes got me signin' they titties |
| I’m the Shawn Carter of my city |
| Never seen a gangster this pretty |
| What they wouldn’t do for this kitty |
| Made 'em walk on the moon for this kitty |
| They wanna know where I been at |
| Bitch, you so nosy, get out of my business |
| 'Bout to call me up an Uber to Lenox |
| Nigga, don’t show it if you ain’t gon' spend it |
| Just got a warrant 'bout a ticket |
| Louis V make it and I’m in it |
| Yellow weave lookin' like lemon |
| Breakin' down the bands, John Lennon |
| Daddy bought my Pampers sellin' crack |
| 90 babies, brought up in the trap |
| Slappin' bitches up, Warren Sapp |
| Now what the fuck you plan to do with that? |
| (Yeah) |
| I think I’m better without you (Shit, I know that) |
| Textin' back, «What that mouth do?» |
| (What this nigga want?) |
| He talkin' love, drugs, etcetera |
| But nigga we through, do what you do (Attention) |
| Crush up a Xan, crush up a Xan, crush up a Xanny |
| Crush up a Xan, crush up a Xan, crush up a Xanny |
| I don’t do love, I don’t do love, a day with the glove |
| Crush up a Xan, crush up a Xan, crush up a Xan |
| It’s Brianna |
| Shit is different now |
| I mean, look |