| I’m in this mothafucker doing what I wanna
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| 10 bottles, 10 bitches go with my persona
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| Pull up in that Enzo then I do donuts
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| I’m that cool, cashews, make 'em all go nuts
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| (Baby got ass, I need me a shot of that
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| Lil mama get gangsta for me, stuff it in your Prada bag)
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| That’s right, she’s got something that I wanna see
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| That’s right, so if she leave, she fucking with me
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| That’s life, twerk something, work something, hurt something
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| She wanna check, check this shit out like a verse coming
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| They rip their neck and run their mouth when they heard something
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| Dre dropped another one and fucked around and murdered something
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| Club filled with dead bodies
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| If not then you a zombie, I’m not gonna feel sorry
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| You pass out from it, get drunk, get blunted
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| Do what you wanna do, drug test on you
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| Lotta money when I talk
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| Big mills, big deals ‘bout a hundred in a vault
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| Sit still, that real, lotta haters throw salt
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| They lost big Game give a fuck how you feel
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| I fear she just might just pop that pill
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| And feel on me all night till the tip spill
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| Tip scales with her waistline, sex with the bassline
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| She gon' fuck a snare drum one drink at a time
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| Blow right, hoes fight over my name
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| I got my dough right, hustle running all in my veins
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| It’s forty days, forty nights if I’m making it rain
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| I reign supreme, a bottle and some bomb-ass weed then we good
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| If you got drugs in this motherfucker
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| Let me see your hands in the air
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| Narcotics in the club and the ladies love us
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| So let’s get high off something
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| High off something, high off something
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| 'til your mothafucking brain don’t function
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| High off something, high off something
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| What I supply taking you high?
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| Fireworks when I spark, yellow tape
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| Lotta chalk thought you said you a boss
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| Big deal, bitch chill, pulling out that black card
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| Showin' off big spendin', letting alcohol spill
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| I feel she might just get too faded
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| X-rated that’s what I like glad that you made
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| To this ceremony at hand, take a sip lets plan
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| For the future, introduce you to Snoop get you right and
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| May I, kick a little something for the G’s and
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| Make a few ends as I breeze through?
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| The shit on my hip is a fucking preview
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| And guess what it lead to |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Drug Test, artist - The Game. Album song The Blackwall Street, Vol. 7, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп