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Drugs in my system
X from the kitchen
Shorty give it up
To the nigga who be mixing it
Bottles of that ugh
Yeah I felt it I kept sipping it
Yeah she wanna fuck
Cause no other nigga hit like this
Yeah Yeah I'm feeling it
She said that once she slipped it in
Keep it keep it up
All that money that I'm bringing in
Fuck it fuck it up
Diamonds dancing from the glistening
Lose it Fuck it bruh
Keep it buck till my day's end
I, got them new Gussieppes
And she started acting messy
When she 100 bands
This shit finna get deadly
And I need a lot more
Throw it up just like confetti
Always stay on go
Before you asking if I'm ready
Oo, watch me hit like that
You, gon' be coming back
Me, and that money
Make your shorty have a heart attack
I, got another bag
He, gon' be mad at that
He, busy hating
That's why his money ain't gon' never stack
I, need another whip
Yo, shit is still on bricks
Boy, get up off yo ass
Even if you never sit
Yeah I need a Faygo
With a couple lines of medicine
Imma keep on working cause
Imma need that check again
Playing with my guap
Split yo body up like dividends
When I do the talk
Bet I walk this ain't no pretend
When I get a milli
Bet I take care of my patna a'nem
And when I roll one up
Man yo bitch the first one coming in
Drugs in my system
X from the kitchen
Shorty give it up
To the nigga who be mixing it
Bottles of that ugh
Yeah I felt it I kept sipping it
Yeah she wanna fuck
Cause no other nigga hit like this
Yeah Yeah I'm feeling it
She said that once she slipped it in
Keep it keep it up
All that money that I'm bringing in
Fuck it fuck it up
Diamonds dancing from the glistening
Lose it Fuck it bruh
Keep it buck till my day's end
Aye, keep it buck till my days end
Bitch this money don't come easy
You betta be patient
Never boring I need a foreign for each occasion
Let go, all of your problems and get to cakin'
Mutha fucka like me got cash flow
Just know I keep that strap tho
Uh huh I heard they plotting
Don't make me hit you like castro
Why they actin up
Know I don't play dat
Sippin rose
Bad bitch she throw that cake back
Now she trippin' up
Fuck the function up
Gon' head pop another bottle
We ain't sip enough
Mutha fucka gon get left at the door
Because his fit was rough
Yeah, we livin' right tonight
We finna level up
Wold that bitch jus lose it
Get in this hoe go stupid
I'm feelin' out my mind
Just like a hoe that's choosin'
2 blunts intertwined
Yeah we smokin' potent
Before I hit the club
I leave all my emotion
Drugs in my system
X from the kitchen
Shorty give it up
To the nigga who be mixing it
Bottles of that ugh
Yeah I felt it I kept sipping it
Yeah she wanna fuck
Cause no other nigga hit like this
Yeah Yeah I'm feeling it
She said that once she slipped it in
Keep it keep it up
All that money that I'm bringing in
Fuck it fuck it up
Diamonds dancing from the glistening
Lose it Fuck it bruh
Keep it buck till my day's end
WRITERS
Ian Barry, Joshua Carson, Matthew Carson
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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