Druggys Wit Hoes Again (Feat. Ab-Soul) Lyrics

Tell a bitch like this this
Kill 'em
Got 'em got 'em hoes again (drugs drugs)
Got 'em hoes againComin' down, comin' down, comin' down, comin' down
Comin' down off a pill, see what next we on
Bad little bitch in the driver's seat
Fuck them rappers, should be bumpin' me
Puff on your own, shit, I puff alone
Won't pass the weed, but I'll pass a bitch
Mastermind, the bitch stole my dick
Stuck me up, and didn't hit a lick
Retaliated, had to bust off quick
Uh, let me see
Here's some orange juice, you like taking E?
Hennessy, yeah, on the rocks
You take a shot and I'll take a bop, uhhh
Little sarcasm,
Swag O.D. Got 'em all laughing

G Hippy, he gon' orgasm
Leanin' out the 4, now I'm really spazzin' hmm
Backwoods, that good, high as hell
Ysl, nigga, rack me out
Rack me out, I say rack me out!
Just sold it out, then stack me out
Fuck all that shit you be talkin' bout
On the come up and the world can vouch
Been around the world, now my mommy house (bitch)
Uh, pulled her panties south
And I stuck it north, yeah I fucked, of course
Having intercourse, I can fuck for life
Guess I fucked her right, she keep talking likeYou nasty (you nasty)
You nasty (you nasty)
You nasty (see Q you know you nasty)Bet I got some weed
Bet I got yo bitch
Bet she on her knees
Bet she swallow dick
Bet she love my swag
Bet she leave yo ass
Comin' down, comin' down, comin' down, comin' downSolo ho (solo ho)
Solo ho (solo ho)
Leanin' like a motherfuckin' cholo, ho
Blue chucks on, El Pollo Loc'
Black lip bastard, O.G. Master
Off of E she climax faster
Spread her legs like mayonnaise
Been had game since Sega Saturn (Soul)
I won't pass the weed, but I'll pass your bitch
Would you relax a bit? I'm on activist
Them niggas thought I had a laxative
Now, ain't that some shit?
Hmm, ain't that some shit?
She suck dick, but she don't give me no lip
I run shit, but I don't be on no field
Bust on hoes, don't need no clip
Now, that's gangsta, bitch
Rollin' through the city with my gangsta bitch
I'm a gangsta, bitch! (Hiiipower)
We on y'all heels like anklets
Q, tell these niggas what we on
[?] Hallway, blowed all day, carry on
She unzipped these 501 jeans, after that she told me
She told meYou nasty (you nasty)
You nasty (you nasty) soul!
You nasty (see Q you know you nasty)Bet I got some weed
Bet I got yo bitch
Bet she on her knees
Bet she swallow dick
Bet she love my swag
Bet she leave yo ass
Comin' down, comin' down, comin' down, comin' downMarijuana, hydro, pussy ho, ass, titties
Marijuana, hydro, pussy ho, ass, titties
Ass, titties, pussy ho, ass, titties
Marijuana, hydro, pussy ho, ass, tittiesOk! Extra pills, extra pills, I got extra pills
Two for the ten, nigga, extra pills
Give your bitch some sex appeal
Hey Soul! (Extra pills)
Nigga, what'chu want? (Extra pills)
Two for the ten? (Extra pills)
Well, fuck it then, nigga, give 'em extra pills!
Extra pills! Extra pills!
Fuck that, nigga! Two for the ten, OD on a nigga! Extra pills!
(Extra pills, extra pills) Uh, uh, I said extra pills!(Extra pills, extra pills) That nigga double stacks
Triple stacks
I got a quad tooStill got the baddest hoes
Still burn the finest weed
Everywhere we go,
They still know who we be
Now, take a picture
Now, let me be, TDE
Got them hoes again
Q, ay, ay, Q, got the weed again
Solo
Comin' down, comin' down, comin' down, comin' downOh ohSo you with the business
Songwriters
Quincey HanleyPublished by
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