2 Chainz - Own Drugs feat. Juicy J & Cap1 lyrics
rate me[Hook]
I ain’t gotta fuck your bitch 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 droughs
I ain’t gotta pop your pills, I got my own drugs
I walk in the party with my own drugs
Got my girl on the molly with her home girl
I really ain’t stressing, I ain’t even stressin
I really ain’t stressing, I ain’t even stressin
I ain’t gotta fuck your bitch I got my own girl
I ain’t gotta smoke your weed, I got my own drugs
I really ain’t stressing, I ain’t even stressin
I really ain’t stressing, I ain’t even stressin
Why you stressin me, god keep on blessin me
I know how to make money, baby this the recipe
Your pussy get rest in peace, especially
Murder scene, hit her from the back, she like Hercules, Hercules
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 deekin, then I started tweaking,
Then I started reaching, then I stopped speaking
Finish Monday, started on the weekend
Gas in my gar, I got gas in my car
You can smell it when I’m passin 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
Showing off, your pockets is on donuts
Got my posy out in broad day
Been up all night, it’s been a long day
I’m tryina get higher fucking up my ...
[Hook]
I ain’t gotta fuck your bitch 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 droughs
I ain’t gotta pop your pills, I got my own drugs
I walk in the party with my own drugs
Got my girl on the molly with her home girl
I really ain’t stressing, I ain’t even stressin
I really ain’t stressing, I ain’t even stressin
Scaff on cuffs, get my flying spur
Double cup full of miss buttersworth
Brown skin bitch in a titty skirt,
With some rollin papers, full of purps
Couple bad hoes and a penthouse suite
Y’all broke niggas ain’t in my league
I swear this game been good to me
I’m a vet in this game why would I leave?
Real niggas that’s all I see, pimp c, rip
I’m up all night like fuck some sleep
Push buts start up fuck the key
Your boys too broke can’t fuck with me
My hoes too fine can’t fuck for free
Y’all niggas out here save the hoes
I’ma start calling y’all niggas justice league
I’m on codeine, I’m a dope fiend,
Get molly world for that party girl
Ecstasy she want the best of me
Turn her out, she a naughty girl
Your bitch choose my girl like I ain’t gotta speak
And my wife get her
Lickin on me like an optimo...and I pull a picture
4.50 for a zip of strong, code name, gas money
Magic city, cutting off, bitch shaking they ass for me
Fuck the bitch in my back seat
If she hit the window, she a crash dummy
I’m a dope boy to get fast money... I’m gone
[Hook]
I ain’t gotta fuck your bitch 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 droughs
I ain’t gotta pop your pills, I got my own drugs
I walk in the party with my own drugs
Got my girl on the molly with her home girl
I really ain’t stressing, I ain’t even stressin
I really ain’t stressing, I ain’t even stressin.
