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omar zekl - thank god for drugs lyrics

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(hook)
thank god for all of these drugs, thank god for all of these blunts
thank god for all of these sl-ts, thank god for all of these b-tts
praise lord for all this c0ke, she sniffing that blow at my shows
then she be she showing the most, she be bouncing for carats, them, bunnies off snow

(verse 1)
she sniffing that ghost in ghost
look like ghost in the sh-ll when she do it
that cain make her able to lose it
losing her soul to that snow, baby grab you a coat, or you lose it

under influences, rapping out all of my fluences
money the language im fluent in
hoes call me baby ain’t coo’n em
boyfriends ain’t cool with him, crash in yo b-tch she akuing him

my presence a present, my time presdential, no need for m-th-f-ckin elections
your b-tch in my section, rolling of beans, having fee fi fo fum premonitions
sending up shots gon head send em
never getting the shots, claim that you sending

we picking your hoes as we choose
vending them b-tches
hit snooze
then we be bedding them b-tches

(bridge)
this the sh-t that we on, this the sh-t that we on, this the sh-t that we on
weed and cups of ptron, xan with lean plus the c0ke
she giving blows off the blow, giving blows off the blow
yeah i know she off nose, smell the line and she on
smell the line and she on, take a line then she mine

(hook)
thank god for all of these drugs, thank god for all of these blunts
thank god for all of these sl-ts, thank god for all of these b-tts
praise lord for all this c0ke, she sniffing that blow at my shows
then she be she showing the most, she be bouncing for carats, them, bunnies off snow

(bridge)
thank god for all of these drugs, thank god for all of these blunts
thank god for all of these sl-ts, thank god for all of these b-tts
praise lord for all this c0ke, she sniffing that blow at my shows
then she be she showing the most, she be bouncing for carats, them, bunnies off snow

(verse 2)
can’t fit my demons in this backseat, but still i sit
and i know that that’s your girl, but you see that is my b-tch
and i know that she your world, probably make my momma sick
give her a line, her mind is mine, talk about how you a b-tch

im off the sh-ts im off my sh-t
we on a trip we on a trip
tell her get down to her skin, tell her get down let us sin
let us pray first, man i probably made it way worse
won’t stick it in yet, let me get a taste first

- omar zekl lyrics

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