Lil Kim - Drugs - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

14.07.2009

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[BIG] Never a flaw [Kim] A different kind of high [Kim] Ya know, feel me on this, huh, uhh Ladies and gents Your dopest host presents extravagence In the lady frame, leavin' cum stains Niggas remain in awe, when I brought a Dillinger Throw it to ya jaw, uhh Never a flaw Never before, have you seen such magnificence In the black princess, yes Flow's phenom, I'm the bomb-diggy Ask Biggie, keep a dedicated squad wit me Call us the Gabbana girls We dangerous, bitches pay a fee just to hang with us Trust, niggas lust Without a bank account, I doubt we could swing that route Feel me out, uhh, I'm used ta Hangin wit boosters, in the best name brand With the in-sane clan, man, listen My position is lieutenant Like a block of hash, got the burners up in it Percent it, I send it back to ya greasy Freak it Arabic style Sharmoot tel has tisee To please me you got to be well off Bust a shell off, wit a tattoo that starts off [Hook: Notorious B.I.G, REPEAT x2] Damn ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja Sensimilla, can I feel ya All I wanna do is touch ya The ultimate rush, you're drugs, baby Uhh, to my niggas that trick a little To my bitches that suck dick a little While they niggas lick the middle, I'm the Don y'all High driven Jean-Paul Gaultier wear Yeah, enough glorifyin' Lyrically electrifyin', bitches be lyin' 'Bout the clothes they be buyin' Some stores won't even let you whores in Till I begin to embarass that ass and get crass Kim surpass, all crews Bitches still drinkin' booze I sip Cristal and Landcruise Recieve all the oohhs and the ahhhs, the jewels and the cars Slick nigga, I'm stickin you Baby Pah, uhh Yes indeed, flows first class and yours is coach Like the bag, the Prada mama Jog five miles a day then I hit the sauna My girls rock Chanel and smoke mad marijuana [Hook] Inhale this, clench your fist Then ya, feel the mist through the uterus Can ya, picture this Life without me, wake up you're having bad dreams Cause ya fiend for a toke My crew tote Tocques and mink coats On the cell with the boat What you thought, we get caught and get bailed out? Fuck the jailhouse, Hennessey on the rocks Is all we got as we sail out, entrepeneurs Cristal pourers, be glad we ain't takin' yours Boring huh? I'm warnin ya Style waits for no bitch, a dream bitch When I fuck with scratch and sniff Now I stacks the shit, practice it So no bitch can tax the shit, miraculous So I can relax a bit, and get my toes licked The drugs nigga, a-hah hah hah! [Hook]
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