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2 chainz – own drugs (o.d.) lyrics

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[hook: 2 chainz]
i ain’t gotta f-ck yo b-tch, i got my own girl
i ain’t gotta smoke your weed, i got my own drugs
i ain’t gotta drink your drink, i got my own drugs
i ain’t gotta pop your pills, i got my own drugs

[bridge: 2 chainz]
i walk in the party with my own drugs
got my girl on the molly with her home girl
i really ain’t stressin’, i ain’t even stressin’
i really ain’t stressin’, i ain’t even stressin’
i ain’t gotta f-ck your b-tch, i got my own girl
i ain’t gotta smoke you weed, i got my own drugs
i really ain’t stressin’, ain’t even stressin’
i really ain’t stressin’, ain’t even stressin’

[verse 1 : 2 chainz]
while you stressin’ me, god keeps on blessing me
i know how to make money, baby, this the recipe
your p-ssy get rest to peace, especially murder scene
hit her from the back, she like, “hercules! hercules!” (tell ’em)
started from a pot, then i took over the spot
then i took over the block, then i took over hip-hop
then i started geekin’, then i started tweekin’
then i started reachin’, then i stop speakin’
finished monday, started on the weekend
gas in my car, i got gas in my ‘gar
you can smell it when i’m p-ssing your car
its the last of the raw, all you need is a straw
and when i ain’t feelin good, all i need is a mall, showin’ off, uh
your pockets on doughnuts (yeah)
got my posse out in broad day
been up all night, its been a long day
im trying to get higher, f-cking up my fung shui

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[verse 2: juicy j]
styrofoam cups got flying spirt
double cup full of ms. b-ttersworth
brownskin b-tch in a tennis skirt
with some rolling papers, full of purp
couple of bad hoes in a penthouse suite
ya’ll broke n-ggas ain’t in my league
i swear this game been good to me
im a veteran in this game, why would i leave?
real n-ggas, thats all i see, pimp c, r.i.p
i’m up all night, like “f-ck some sleep”
push start b-tton, like “f-ck the key”
your boy’s too broke, can’t f-ck with me
my hoes too fine, can’t f-ck for free
ya’ll n-ggas out here savin’ hoes
i’mma start calling you n-ggas “justice league”

[verse 3: cap1]
i’m on codeine, i’ma dope fiend
got molly world for that party girl
ecstasy, she want the best of me
turn her out, she a naughty girl
your b-tch choose my girl, like
i ain’t gotta speak my wife, get her
l1ckin’ on me like an optimo
get a boy a sprite and now pour a pitcher
450 for a zip of strong, codename: gas money
magic city, cuttin’ up, b-tch shakin’ their -ss for me
f-ck the b-tch in my back seat
if she hit the window, she a crash dummy
i’mma dope boy to get fast money
and every stand i’m for me, i’m gone

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