Lyrics Dub Cup & Molly - Future

Dub Cup & Molly

Ay, let me hit my cup, ew, shit taste nasty
I’mma pour me up some more molly in there
Ay they wanna make that movie
Welcome to Mollyworld
She about that life
Double cups and molly
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Double cups and molly, codeine molly cyrus
I’m twisted and I’m faded, I’m po’ing up and I’m driving
She foreign and exotic
She a ride it like Ferrari
Give her this and let her pop it
Give her this and let her top ya
Let that girl win her a Oscar
We got commas, we got llamas
We got ice on Ferragamos
I got styrofoams and condoms
I got packs of blunts and loud, I got a big stack of them hundreds
Got baby bottles full of lean, I’m doped up and I’m stunting
I’m higher than the moon, I’m way up there in space
I’m sleeping with the toolie, I’m flexing with the K
I rather get ya girl geeked up, I don’t like to go on dates
Put this inside ya cup if you don’t like the taste
Double cups and molly
Double cups and molly
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Central Station Field, that’s wassup to DJ Drake
Is it Rock Big C, Reggie Black over at Blades
My dog shawty rock, my dog Don Juan
For the girls that come out, time to order us some water
We play at DOA, we play at BlueFlame
Hershey on the 1s and 2s, we bring it back again
Bring it back, DJ C-Money
Dj Funky coalition always vote for me
Got strong with DJ Skeeter and Chop what’s happening
O-Meezy I see you, my nigga we here
Salute to every DJ, every DJ over airways
I’m hood rich, got heavy hitters, my affiliates got hit men
Double cups and molly
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Tropicana drinker, Picasso, I’m a painter
Codeine in the sprite, we toasting up congratulations
We higher than the moon, we floating like balloon
Everything in the sky, everything in Pluto
Everything in NASA, everybody round here trying to blast off
My glasses they pitch black, came in with them big racks
Our codeine’s in a Gucci bag with a big gat, mismatched
Head to toe, designer
What you in?
Desginer
Got some bitches in here trying to get geeked up, they about to find us
They stuck inside a frenzy
I swear this drank taste like some candy
Double cups and molly
Double cups and molly
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What you say?
Turn up
This music geeked up nigga, you listen to this shit you gone think you on a
molly, homie
If you ain’t tried no molly before you need to just listen to these DJ X-rated
mixtape