| Molly and the weed tho, that’s all I gotta say
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| When I put my dicks in this hoes
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| I hope they high as me
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| Prolly not, fuck it, taxi all in public
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| Never wanna use it, prolly don’t
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| If she let me fuck it
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| Hella burnt turnt like a car going 'round the corner
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| Won’t change like the coin machine is fucking out of order
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| Never ever follow orders I make orders follow me
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| Riding in the ghost got me hella booze
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| Halloween, me and that clown, no make up
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| Red velvet in the sky, my cake’s up
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| Bitch booty sittin high, her cake’s up
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| 2 words I can’t stand lace front
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| Ha, I’m playing girl you know you fly
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| Blow me bitch don’t blow my high, what?
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| Drugs, drugs, drugs
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| Bitch I’m on drugs, huh?
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| Drugs, drugs, drugs
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| Bitch I’m on drugs, huh?
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| [Verse 2: Clyde Carson
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| Zoner, get owner, all cash pink slip, and a loaner
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| Need something in your mouth I’m a donor
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| 35 racks in my cup holder
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| Feels for deals my voice give her the chills
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| I blow a kiss to molly, then she give me the thrill
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| It’s like a high, just can’t quit
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| 6 in the morning, a nigga still lit
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| Tell them that I’m living a life you want in
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| You can mob, long as you understand this and do your job
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| Sun coming up man she still wanna ride
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| I don’t like shit but I still wanna drive
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| Moving lane to lane I got the coupe 2 stepping
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| Hop out like a young black Hugh Hefner
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| Fly, fresher, hella weed, bunch of sour on the dresser, huh?
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| Drugs, drugs, drugs
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| Bitch I’m on drugs, huh?
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| Drugs, drugs, drugs
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| Bitch I’m on drugs, huh?
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| Wake up in the morning, hit the kesha
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| Right before I head to the weed spot
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| I dump all 10 then I recup
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| My liver too shine, need a detox
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| Why you clear, you that’s coke and criss
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| I get her drunk as hell then let her choke on dick
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| I’m breathing slow, heart beating fast
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| I got cookie for days, your weed is trash
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| I used to be at school on the jail tab
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| I made a quarter mill off a meth lab
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| I brought a 10 pack on the grey hound
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| I used to be along with the grey pound
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| I’m on one, xans and a bottle of gyn
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| Throw a molly in the glass
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| Make her suck all my friends
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| Real talk no time for games
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| I smoke DMT and now I’m seeing thangs
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| I’m on drugs
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| Drugs, drugs, drugs |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song D.R.U.G.S. , by - Problem. Song from the album Welcome to Mollywood, Pt. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп