PILL POPPERS
Aye
Aye Aye
Uh
Yea
Uh
Who the fuck needa plug
Bitch I got two doctors
Run up in his spot
Take his top
And we like who shot ya
We want everything
Bitch you kno we neighborhood drug shoppas
Deal talkas
Big choppas
Dis is for dem Pill Poppas!
I smoke so much weed my mama said I needa Stop
I got lean up in my kidneys
Got the crack inside my sock
I got the rock ye
Hide from da cops ye
Bitch I'm from New York, I'll Milly Rock on that thot
Yeeahhh
You thought it was sweet
Until I pulled up on that Block Yeah
Ak47 make him drop yeah
He was up now he drop dead
Off the Molly Ima Hot Head
Said I wasn't gon be shit
That's the same shit that my Mom said
Now I'm up and living lavish
I got bitches in my black bed
Who Scared
Choppa ready
Called the feds
Pussy Boi
He don't want no smoke
Bitch Its all cancer Here
I DONT CARE
BITCH You not allowed in here
Too much Dough that we count in here
Big backwood Kno it's loud in here
Ye
In & Out I ain't got time for the chat
Spending that money
I'm making it back
I'm fuckin ya bih & I'm doing da dash
These niggas clowns man they making me laugh
Steve Nash
Yeah I'm passing's the pack
Odell how a nigga catching it back
All the money in the world and he said
Ya bitch askin' wanna know where I'm at
Aye Yuh Yuh Yuh
Aye Aye Yuh Yuh
Aye Aye
Yuh Yuh
Aye Lorde Vice
That's cool right there
Uh
Who the fuck needa plug
Bitch I got two doctors
Run up in his spot
Take his top
And we like who shot ya
We want everything
Bitch you know we neighborhood drug shoppas!
Deal talkas
Big choppas
Dis is for dem Pill Poppas
Who the fuck needa plug
Bitch I got two doctors
Run up in his spot
Take his top
And we like who shot ya
We want everything
Bitch you know we neighborhood drug shoppas
Deal talkas
Big choppas
This is for dem Pill Poppas
All this fucking clout they thought I sold my soul
Got money
But I need some Mo
I just spent yo rent inside the motha fucking Gucci Store
Shout out Adam
Ain
T No Jumping on this Dick Ho
I just drop like 50 racks up on my Big Bro
You thought shit was sweet
Until I pulled up I like big smoke
They like Vice
Why you
SHUT UP
I ain't got no time fa no kid HO
No
Yeeeessshhhhh
Aye Aye
Uh
Yea
Uh
Who the fuck needa plug
Bitch I got two doctors
Run up in his spot
Take his top
And we like who shot ya
We want everything
Bitch you kno we neighborhood drug shoppas
Deal talkas
Big choppas
Dis is for dem Pill Poppas!
I smoke so much weed my mama said I needa Stop
I got lean up in my kidneys
Got the crack inside my sock
I got the rock ye
Hide from da cops ye
Bitch I'm from New York, I'll Milly Rock on that thot
Yeeahhh
You thought it was sweet
Until I pulled up on that Block Yeah
Ak47 make him drop yeah
He was up now he drop dead
Off the Molly Ima Hot Head
Said I wasn't gon be shit
That's the same shit that my Mom said
Now I'm up and living lavish
I got bitches in my black bed
Who Scared
Choppa ready
Called the feds
Pussy Boi
He don't want no smoke
Bitch Its all cancer Here
I DONT CARE
BITCH You not allowed in here
Too much Dough that we count in here
Big backwood Kno it's loud in here
Ye
In & Out I ain't got time for the chat
Spending that money
I'm making it back
I'm fuckin ya bih & I'm doing da dash
These niggas clowns man they making me laugh
Steve Nash
Yeah I'm passing's the pack
Odell how a nigga catching it back
All the money in the world and he said
Ya bitch askin' wanna know where I'm at
Aye Yuh Yuh Yuh
Aye Aye Yuh Yuh
Aye Aye
Yuh Yuh
Aye Lorde Vice
That's cool right there
Uh
Who the fuck needa plug
Bitch I got two doctors
Run up in his spot
Take his top
And we like who shot ya
We want everything
Bitch you know we neighborhood drug shoppas!
Deal talkas
Big choppas
Dis is for dem Pill Poppas
Who the fuck needa plug
Bitch I got two doctors
Run up in his spot
Take his top
And we like who shot ya
We want everything
Bitch you know we neighborhood drug shoppas
Deal talkas
Big choppas
This is for dem Pill Poppas
All this fucking clout they thought I sold my soul
Got money
But I need some Mo
I just spent yo rent inside the motha fucking Gucci Store
Shout out Adam
Ain
T No Jumping on this Dick Ho
I just drop like 50 racks up on my Big Bro
You thought shit was sweet
Until I pulled up I like big smoke
They like Vice
Why you
SHUT UP
I ain't got no time fa no kid HO
No
Yeeeessshhhhh
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