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watermelondrea jones - drugs lyrics

[verse 1: watermelondrea]
yo, shout to moms for teaching me all the pros and the cons
how to stay calm and throw bombs like vietnam
don’t reach for the bronze, b-tch, collect the dough
just fuck a couple niggas for what you want, forget your soul
just fuck a couple niggas and watch how your future unfold
just fuck a couple niggas and let the money take control
she fucked a couple niggas right in front of me, b-tch was bold
said daddy couldn’t please her in the slammer with no parole
but the d-ck made her sick, thought it was just a common cold
common cold not so common when your pussy stay hella swole
common cold not so common when your pussy produce some more
but i suppose shit blows when you start reapin’ for what you motherfucking sow, yo

[chorus]
don’t care what you heard about me
don’t care what you heard about me
don’t care what you think about me
i’m not on drugs, drugs are ugly

smoking [?]
drinking [?]
i’m not on drugs, drugs are ugly

[verse 2]
shout out to papa for the tough skins
we in the middle with a couple of hands
daddy had the b-tch growing ratchet at a fast rate
daddy had the b-tch selling weed to my cl-ssmates
always on the cut up, always tryna sell something
taught me how to pick a gun up at the age of 12, b-mpin’
hella hands with the b-tches in the neighborhood
fightin’ niggas just because i knew my daddy would
didn’t matter who you were, better knew that i was slicin’
daddy taught me how to move them hands like tyson
taught me how to jack a fucking whip, no license
taught me how to shake my fuckin’ cakes, no icing

[chorus]

[verse 3]
shout out to my motherfuckin’ haters
from them b-tches in my cl-ss to the fuckers grading papers
thanks to you, a b-tch is sittin’ on these motherfuckin’ niggas
thanks to you, a b-tch is living with no motherfuckin’ neighbors
thanks to you, a b-tch is stepping up these fucking waiters
thanks to you, a b-tch is smoking all these motherfucking papers
me and money [?]
money, money, need to translate it
you won’t find a stair up in my crib, b-tch i need elevators
said i wouldn’t be shit?
look at me now
see me on my queen bee shit?
look at my crown
see me on my fucking t shit?
living like a motherfucker
seen you on that hush shit
cricket like a motherfucker
i took every brick that you threw at me, and i built a castle
all the fucking shots you use throw at me, shot cancelled
b-tch, i shine bright like a star surrounded by candles
disrespect me and b-tch i promise, you’ll be dismantled, yo

[outro]
i’m not on drugs, drugs are ugly
i’m not on drugs, drugs are ugly
i’m not on drugs, drugs are ugly
i’m not on drugs, drugs are ugly

- watermelondrea jones lyrics

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