Gin and Drugs (feat Problem) - 歌词大全

Uh, ayy, oh, uh Up in this b*tch and we all faded **** 'bout a b*tch, no we don't save her Nothin' to a boss, do my own thing It's money over hoes, no I'm no stranger One more bounce, we got more ounces One more bounce, we got more ounces One more bounce, we got more ounces One more bounce, we got more ounces Gin and drugs, gin and drugs Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs Gin and drugs, gin and drugs Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs We got Only on Gin and them drugs, I walked in, in the club About three of them, dawg I'm not kiddin' When I tell you if you came with your b*tch Then it's the end of my car, push-start the engine Let's start from the beginning With a young ***** from the 'Burgh Smokin' ****, gettin' money, **** what you heard Know they hate 'cause I'm flyer than I ever been High off a medicine B*tch bad, her ass fat, I'll probably let her in Ball so ****in' hard I need a letterman Know a couple *****s that I'm better than *****, I don't sweat it or the money 'cause I get it Taylor Gang on top, just remember that I said it **** this ***** b*tch, grab my ****, then I jetted Up in this b*tch and we all faded **** 'bout a b*tch, no we don't save her Nothin' to a boss, do my own thing It's money over hoes, no I'm no stranger One more bounce, we got more ounces One more bounce, we got more ounces One more bounce, we got more ounces One more bounce, we got more ounces Gin and drugs, gin and drugs Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs Gin and drugs, gin and drugs Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs We got! Baby it's **** day, who wanna bang? Even though I had some, right 'fore I came It's lit though! Girl you ain't ****in' what you here for? Got at least 3 zips rolled, all ready Wiz brought another jar with him Gin and drugs got me feelin' like a car hit him 'Round 6 a.m once I hit my DM Didn't have a rubber so she got to feel this skin Money stacks stack high, bruh this don't bend What's up with your friend? Biatch! Ho, yeah-yeah-yeah Feeling like Mitch when the light hit him Married to the money, let the rice hit him Up in this b*tch and we all faded **** 'bout a b*tch, no we don't save her Nothin' to a boss, do my own thing It's money over hoes, no I'm no stranger One more bounce, we got more ounces One more bounce, we got more ounces One more bounce, we got more ounces One more bounce, we got more ounces Gin and drugs, gin and drugs Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs Gin and drugs, gin and drugs Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs We got!