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das - all for drugs (feat. mula blue) lyrics

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chorus (mula blue):
she say she only f-ck with ballers and the thugs
she only f-ck with n-gg-s sellin’ drugs
i said i only f-ck with b-tches takin’ drugs
so if you f-ck with me, you know you all for drugs
i like my b-tches all for drugs, drugs, drugs
i got my b-tches takin’ drugs, drugs, drugs
i f-ck my b-tches all for drugs, drugs, drugs
i like my b-tches all for drugs, drugs, drugs

verse 1 (das):
alpines and they trunk shakin’
like my shawty every f-ckin’ weekend
f-ck with mula, you gon’ take a beatin’
my veins are ice and i’m water leakin’
they say i’m section 8 crazy, b-tch
b-mp my sh-t and you can take a whiff
in the maro and we bangin’ gears
finessin’ plugs, so we can hit a lick
throwin’ bank at the stripper pole
now i’m hot and the diamonds
cause of my momma i never did blow
two blunts back to back like ovo
whippin’ lambo for the show, aye
hoppin’ out with rambos, aye
24 karat gold, aye
hangin’ down to my toes, yeah
straight out the f-ckin’ lot, yeah
120, f-ck the cops, oh
six shots on the block, ha
new sound like a fox, yeah
all the b-tches up in my face
120 on the highway
f-ckin’ on y’all old ladies
add the b-tch on my sp-ce

chorus (mula blue):
she say she only f-ck with ballers and the thugs
she only f-ck with n-gg-s sellin’ drugs
i said i only f-ck with b-tches takin’ drugs
so if you f-ck with me, you know you all for drugs
i like my b-tches all for drugs, drugs, drugs
i got my b-tches takin’ drugs, drugs, drugs
i f-ck my b-tches all for drugs, drugs, drugs
i like my b-tches all for drugs, drugs, drugs

verse 2 (das):
foreigns on me and they callin’ me dad
walkin’ out the store with racks and bags
some of the sh-t that i never did have
now i’m savin’ up money to be a college grad, aye
i’m extoardinary
designer on my feet to my pituitary
but i still feel dead in the cemetery
definition of a come up, dictionary, yeah
don’t hit my line
i ain’t got the time
i ain’t lyin
been on the grind
prime time
now it’s my time
my time to shine
nasty rhymes
horizon line
dough and my rye
money makes you fine, yeah
f-ckin’ on me, on the phone with you
imma count my cheddar til’ my fingers blue
rockin’ 23, it’s on my shoes, yeah (aye)
what’s the word, what you on, b-tch
i’m with the team and we got the sticks
lebron, i’m serious, rocking 6 (aye)
high as f-ck, favorite rocket ship
building mansions and i’m stacking bricks
brand new rari, pirelli slicks
sauce the juul b-tch, nicotine fix

chorus (mula blue):
she say she only f-ck with ballers and the thugs
she only f-ck with n-gg-s sellin’ drugs
i said i only f-ck with b-tches takin’ drugs
so if you f-ck with me, you know you all for drugs
i like my b-tches all for drugs, drugs, drugs
i got my b-tches takin’ drugs, drugs, drugs
i f-ck my b-tches all for drugs, drugs, drugs
i like my b-tches all for drugs, drugs, drugs



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