WALE - The Girls On Drugs lyrics
rate me(Intro)
I promise you ain't neva really freak out
Until you be out at freak hours & see each
And every freak out from free couch to free couch
(Hook x4)
We go deep & we don't get no sleep
Cuz we be up all night until the early light
(Verse)
Man they really ain't serious
Do you know what type of women I've been dealin' wit?
I used to pop blues wit my little chick
I call her boo cuz her real one I will forget
I use a Uber to scoop me to SLS
What you expect, a lil groupie to see my crib?
Oh no, these niggas ain't serious
Man they really ain't serious
Do you know what type of women I've been dealin' wit?
Try to tell me adderall make her get a rush
Used to use it to study until she fell in luv
Told me that little buzz just make her think a lot
Told her, 'nah ya lyin', cause ya don't eat enough'
Nah Nah Nah, these women ain't serious
She sprinkled a little sumethin' up in her liq
Start sippin' & now she sweatin', her lips clenched
Kind of dizzy, her friends tell her to get a grip
I'm tryna get me a real woman to take out
But fo' now, they're wild
They rather get it in
(Pre-Hook)
Girls on drugs
Girls on drugs
Girls on drugs
Pills & subs when them beers ain't enough
They still need luv
(Hook x2)
(Verse 2)
In her purse where her hand go
She disperse by the handful, coco make her go up
Nothin' poppin', pop a zan when she layin' low
Bars to break, so many bars to break
She at the Grammy's turnt, none of the stars is fake
She like, 'oh my god, I'm on the moon & shit'
And my particular moon like a platoon & shit
You know the niggas I be dealin' wit
Politicians & niggas livin' it on the rip
And my position to give this shit to lil kids
Is not official unless I'm giving them authentic
We're all livin' wit small demons
We're all sinnin', it's all similar
Broads wit us & they bong hitting
Let me tell you about the women I've been chillin' wit
The really insecure ones look good in here
Nothin' fill the void of a lil pill
A lil shot, she ain't shy when the shit spill
And it's hard to feel alive when you're feelin' dead inside
Beside that the lime light be so real
Let me tell you about the bitches that I be chilling wit
Told me nobody luv her & so she cut her wrist
Not enough fo' the hospital but cut it close
That's why she wanna get high becuz she's feelin' low
Told me pour me a vodka, pill & lil smoke
So I could numb her insides & we will neva know
(Hook)