Gin and Drugs (feat. Problem) (Explicit) 歌詞
Gin and Drugs (feat. Problem) (Explicit) - Wiz Khalifa (維茲·卡利法)/Problem
Oh oh
Oh oh
Ei oh
Oh
Up in this b**ch and we all faded
F**k 'bout a b**ch no we don't save her
Nothin' to a boss do my own thing
It's money over hoes no I'm no stranger
Want more bounce we got more ounces
Want more bounce we got more ounces
Want more bounce we got more ounces
Want more bounce we got more ounces
Gin and drugs gin and drugs
Gin and drugs
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**ch
Then it's the end of my car push start the engine
Let's start from the beginning
With a young n**ga from the 'burgh
Smokin' w**d gettin' money f**k what you heard
Know they hate 'cause I'm flyer than I ever been
High off a medicine
B**ch bad her a** fat I'll probably let her in
Ball so f**kin' hard I need a letterman
Know a couple n**gas that I'm better than
P**sy I don't sweat it or the money 'cause I get it
Taylor Gang on top just remember that I said it
F**k this n**ga b**ch grab my sh*t then I jetted
Up in this b**ch and we all faded
F**k 'bout a b**ch no we don't save her
Nothin' to a boss do my own thing
It's money over hoes no I'm no stranger
Want more bounce we got more ounces
Want more bounce we got more ounces
Want more bounce we got more ounces
Want 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 f**k day who wanna bang bang
Even though I had some right 'fore I came
It's lit though
Girl you ain't f**kin' 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 am 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
Light him in
Married to the money let the rice hit him
Why up in this b**ch and we all faded
F**k 'bout a b**ch no we don't save her
Nothin' to a boss do my own thing
It's money over hoes no I'm no stranger
Want more bounce we got more ounces
Want more bounce we got more ounces
Want more bounce we got more ounces
Want 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