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j. holiday - drugs lyrics

[intro]
yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
holiday (platinum brothers)
who got the drugs? (smoke up, yeah)
baby, let’s float away (tryna get high)
drugs

[verse 1]
let’s get high (smoke)
bust it, roll it, light it, smoke it, let’s go, bae
straight to the sky
if you thinkin’ you high, you know that you high (yeah)
you know that you’re high (oh, babe)
when your eyes get low, low, low (smoke up)
then you just puff (puff), puff, pass ’til you can’t no more (woo)
yeah
so just pass the dutchie on the left+hand side (don’t hold my sh+t, man)
and baby, don’t blow my high
and if you ain’t put in on the pack
don’t, don’t be puffin’ down, pass my sh+t right back, ’cause i’m

[pre+chorus]
said i’m smokin’ on the kush (yeah)
smokin’ on the gas, got that loud, not that bush (no, no)
we don’t give a f+ck in thе club (we don’t give a f+ck in the club)
[chorus]
who got thе drugs?
who got the drugs?
(i’m your mama, i’m your daddy, i’m that n+gga in the alley)
roll up, who got the drugs?
who got the drugs? (yeah, drugs)
(i’m your mama, i’m your daddy, i’m that n+gga in the alley)
drugs

[verse 2]
m+m+makin’ some promethazine, yeah, they call that texas tea
mix this sprite, m+make this jolley+jolley ranchers texas tea
when your b+tch be on the molly, yeah, she steady texting me
talkin’ ’bout she want the d, not the drugs, but the d
and she call me pusher j., and i slang it properly (yeah)
crack+cracked a pill on that ass, she l!cked it off of me
yeah, you know that i’m a g
got your chick poppin’ p while i’m smokin’ on the tree (yes, sir)
if you got the plug, pass that sh+t to the left+hand side
if you in the club, b+tch, don’t k!ll my vibe (no, no, no)
if you got the drugs, don’t snitch on a n+gga that got you high
high, don’t get high on your supply

[pre+chorus]
said i’m smokin’ on the kush (yeah)
smokin’ on the gas, got that loud, not that bush, yeah (no, no)
we don’t give a f+ck in the club (we don’t give a f+ck in the club)
[chorus]
who got the drugs?
who got the drugs? (who got the drugs?)
(i’m your mama, i’m your daddy, i’m that n+gga in the alley) yeah
who got the drugs?
who got the drugs? (drugs)
(i’m your mama, i’m your daddy, i’m that n+gga in the alley) yeah
drugs

[verse 3]
n+gga just sippin’ the d’ussé, gettin’ me this new j
and i’ma just do what i want, i’ma do my thing, f+ck what you say
n+gga just rollin’ the weed and i’m gettin’ so high (high, high, high)
but i’m married to mary j, and you know that she call me j
some of these n+ggas do pain, some of these n+ggas do pills
some chicks got them bars instead of payin’ bills, but
i don’t judge (hey), we don’t give a f+ck when we in the club
bounce that (yeah)

[pre+chorus]
said i’m smokin’ on the kush (yeah)
smokin’ on the gas, got that loud, not that bush, yeah (no, no)
we don’t give a f+ck in the club (we don’t give a f+ck in the club)

[chorus]
who got the drugs?
who got the drugs? (who got the drugs?)
(i’m your mama, i’m your daddy, i’m that n+gga in the alley) yeah
who got the drugs?
who got the drugs? (drugs)
(i’m your mama, i’m your daddy, i’m that n+gga in the alley) yeah
drugs

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