Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Drugz, artist - Shawty Lo. Album song Rico, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 23.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 300 Entertainment
Song language: English
Drugz |
| I don’t give a damn about this shit man |
| I got to mind this motherfuckin' tree |
| Bitch go pick it yourself ho |
| L-O, real bankhead |
| Made a few mils in the trap |
| I got the strap in my lap |
| I made some helluva caps |
| I put my hood on the map |
| I got whatever in food |
| Niggas ain’t fucking with us |
| Even got snow on the bluff |
| I put your ho in the dust |
| I got drugs |
| I got drugs |
| I pray to god for my enemies |
| I don’t know if god into me |
| Y’all niggas ain’t no kin to me |
| I hate to sin but it’s you or me |
| Paper towels at church |
| Ten percent not thots |
| Y’all niggas ain’t hungry |
| Y’all hoes just thirsty |
| Spend a bag on y’all hoes |
| Made it back at the bando |
| Charge up like Toronto |
| Shake the ho like a red nose |
| Niggas can’t go how I go |
| True N-A forever |
| Thirty wop for a kilo |
| He high, I’m L-O |
| Shawty crunch them numbers |
| Play with snow in the summer |
| YSL cost a bundle |
| We did kill ‘em this summer |
| And I don’t believe in karma |
| I believe in commas |
| Big dog like roof |
| West side of the jungle |
| Made a few mils in the trap |
| I got the strap in my lap |
| I made some helluva caps |
| I put my hood on the map |
| I got whatever in food |
| Niggas ain’t fucking with us |
| Even got snow on the bluff |
| I put your ho in the dust |
| I got drugs |
| I got drugs |
| I put my hood on the map |
| We finna fuck up the globe |
| I got to stick to the code |
| The rest of these nigga gon' fold |
| You know that shit gon' get back to me |
| They want it real, so they gonna ask for me |
| When I went broke, they turned their back on me |
| How you my folks and you used to laugh at me? |
| I used to look up to them, remember? |
| Now I got more money than them niggas |
| My kitchen filled with pots and blenders |
| The rest of these niggas is still pretenders |
| None of these rappers done go to your funeral |
| I think they forgot what you used to do for them |
| Remember them shots, we used to shoot for them |
| You popped a lot, but you used to root for them |
| You had them shaking that laffy taffy |
| You used to make all them niggas happy |
| You was the man before you started rapping |
| You made all of your kids proud of their daddy |
| We done it all and made us a don |
| We the ones didn’t forget where we from |
| Ocean Drive, you know it’s still alive |
| Long live forever, don’t ever die |
| Made a few mils in the trap |
| I got the strap in my lap |
| I made some helluva caps |
| I put my hood on the map |
| I got whatever in food |
| Niggas ain’t fucking with us |
| Even got snow on the bluff |
| I put your ho in the dust |
| I got drugs |
| I got drugs |