ft gucci mane young juve juvenile - narcotics (ft. gucci mane & young juve) - juvenile lyrics
[hook: juvenile]
said she that work, cocaine body
a-1 nola, i call it narcotic
i need another hit, i’m startin’ to get violent
pullin’ out the chopper got me ’round here wildin’
said she that work, cocaine body
a-1 nola, i call it narcotic
i need another hit, i’m startin’ to get violent
pullin’ out the chopper got me ’round here wildin’
[verse 1: juvenile]
just like c-ke, she got that work
and she got it hidden right up under her skirt
i ain’t even dancin’ you’re makin’ me sweat
i had to slow it down, i had to take a deep breath
one pure fiend, the line’s still long
and it’s gon’ be that way until it’s time to go home
i grab hold to a pretty b-tch and i say:
what is it, full? i been waitin’ all day
look at her face, d-mn she built
where would a n-gg- be at in this world without milk?
on a regular night it never take me this long
i probably would have grabbed her by the arm and been gone
[hook]
[verse 2: gucci mane]
she got that work, cocaine body
last b-tch i had was down, but i couldn’t make no profit
tried to put her on the game, she didn’t want no knowledge
got that real good brain, but i ain’t seen no college
i need to change the chick in just ’cause this b-tch got mollies
left a stain on the brain so this b-tch start smilin’
switchin’ lanes in the range, man the kid be stylin’
her friend callin’ me, man, this n-gg- straight wildin’
p-ssy n-gg-, i ain’t lying, man this hoes cook nice
she ain’t but you a mercedes, why the f-ck’s she trying?
b-tch, i’m doin’ all the driving, but she doin’ all the ridin’
since i’m doin’ all the cooking, then i’m doin’ all the shinin’
[hook]
[verse 3: young juve]
i’m out here f-ckin’ wildin’, up ’cause i need a fix
and your hoe built up pretty dope, i’m talkin’ house of bricks
top like a quarter-pound, -ss is like double that
and if she front a n-gg- somethin’ i’ll flip it and bring it back
i’m servin’ d-ck, skeetin’ white, b-mpin’ in her trap, mouse
work so good make a n-gg- wanna tap out
homies say that i’m trippin’, but i tell ’em i’m faded
champing to make it as long as i got my medication
body look like that purp, p-ssy purer than ‘cane
ecstasy with that neck, ’cause look, mama mouth is insane
she run that sh-t like a hustler in the streets with it
but she h-lla bad, h-lla thick and pet-te with it
[hook]
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