Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Own Drugs O.D., artist - Mike WiLL Made It. Album song Est. in 1989, Pt. 2.5, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Made-It Mafia
Song language: English
Own Drugs O.D. |
I ain’t gotta fuck yo bitch, I got my own girl |
I ain’t gotta smoke your weed, I got my own drugs |
I ain’t gotta drink your drink, I got my own drugs |
I ain’t gotta pop your pills, I got my own drugs |
I walk in the party with my own drugs |
Got my girl on the Molly with her home girl |
I really ain’t stressin', I ain’t even stressin' |
I really ain’t stressin', I ain’t even stressin' |
I ain’t gotta fuck your bitch, I got my own girl |
I ain’t gotta smoke you weed, I got my own drugs |
I really ain’t stressin', ain’t even stressin' |
I really ain’t stressin', ain’t even stressin' |
While you stressin' me, God keeps on blessing me |
I know how to make money, baby, this the recipe |
Your pussy get rest to peace, especially murder scene |
Hit her from the back, she like, «Hercules! |
Hercules!» |
(tell 'em) |
Started from a pot, then I took over the spot |
Then I took over the block, then I took over hip-hop |
Then I started geekin', then I started tweekin' |
Then I started reachin', then I stop speakin' |
Finished Monday, started on the weekend |
Gas in my car, I got gas in my 'gar |
You can smell it when I’m passing your car |
It’s the last of the raw, all you need is a straw |
And when I ain’t feelin good, all I need is a mall, showin' off, uh |
Your pockets on doughnuts (yeah) |
Got my posse out in broad day |
Been up all night, its been a long day |
I’m trying to get higher, fucking up my feng shui |
I ain’t gotta fuck yo bitch, I got my own girl |
I ain’t gotta smoke your weed, I got my own drugs |
I ain’t gotta drink your drink, I got my own drugs |
I ain’t gotta pop your pills, I got my own drugs |
I walk in the party with my own drugs |
Got my girl on the Molly with her home girl |
I really ain’t stressin', I ain’t even stressin' |
I really ain’t stressin', I ain’t even stressin' |
I ain’t gotta fuck your bitch, I got my own girl |
I ain’t gotta smoke you weed, I got my own drugs |
I really ain’t stressin', ain’t even stressin' |
I really ain’t stressin', ain’t even stressin' |
Styrofoam cups got flying spirt |
Double cup full of Ms. Buttersworth |
Brownskin bitch in a tennis skirt |
With some rolling papers, full of purp |
Couple of bad hoes in a penthouse suite |
Ya’ll broke niggas ain’t in my league |
I swear this game been good to me |
I’m a veteran in this game, why would I leave? |
Real niggas, thats all I see, Pimp C, R.I.P |
I’m up all night, like «Fuck some sleep» |
Push start button, like «Fuck the key» |
Your boy’s too broke, can’t fuck with me |
My hoes too fine, can’t fuck for free |
Ya’ll niggas out here savin' hoes |
I’ma start calling you niggas «Justice League» |
I’m on codeine, I’ma dope fiend |
Got Molly world for that party girl |
Ecstasy, she want the best of me |
Turn her out, she a naughty girl |
Your bitch choose my girl, like |
I ain’t gotta speak my wife, get her |
Lickin' on me like an Optimo |
Get a boy a Sprite and now pour a pitcher |
450 for a zip of strong, codename: gas money |
Magic City, cuttin' up, bitch shakin' their ass for me |
Fuck the bitch in my back seat |
If she hit the window, she a crash dummy |
I’ma dope boy to get fast money |
And every stand I’m for me, I’m gone |
I ain’t gotta fuck yo bitch, I got my own girl |
I ain’t gotta smoke your weed, I got my own drugs |
I ain’t gotta drink your drink, I got my own drugs |
I ain’t gotta pop your pills, I got my own drugs |
I walk in the party with my own drugs |
Got my girl on the Molly with her home girl |
I really ain’t stressin', I ain’t even stressin' |
I really ain’t stressin', I ain’t even stressin' |
I ain’t gotta fuck your bitch, I got my own girl |
I ain’t gotta smoke you weed, I got my own drugs |
I really ain’t stressin', ain’t even stressin' |
I really ain’t stressin', ain’t even stressin' |