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trae - own drugs lyrics

(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 don’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, i ain’t even stressin
i really ain’t stressin, i ain’t even stressin

(verse 1 : 2 chainz)
why you stressin me? god keep 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 car
you can smell it when i’m p-ssin your car
it’s the last of the raw, all you need is a straw
and when i ain’t feelin good, all i need is a mall
sho nuff ugh
your pockets on doughnuts, (yeah)
got my posse out in broad day
been up all night, it’s been a long day
i’m trying to get higher f-ckin up my feng shuey

(verse 2: juicy j)
styrofoam cups got flying spirt
double cup full of ms. b-ttersworth
brown skin 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-gg-s ain’t in my league
i swear this game been good to me
i’m a veteran in this game, why would i leave?
real n-gg-s, thats all i see, pimp c, rip
i’m up all night like f-ck some sleep
push start b-tton like f-ck the key
your boys too broke can’t f-ck with me
my hoes to fine can’t f-ck for free
ya’ll n-gg-s out here savin hoes
i’mma start callin ya n-gg-s justice league

(verse 3: cap1)
i’m on codeine , i’mma a dope fiend
got molly world for that party girl
exctasy, 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 getter
lickin on my like an optimo
get a boy a sprite and now pour a pitcher
450 for a zip of strong, cold name, 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 im for me i’m gone

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