WALE - The Girls On Drugs lyrics

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(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)