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Yeah, narsayee? This ain't no love song This is a thug song Narsayee? It's like-, yeah It's a shame, I pop a Perc to change my mood When you're runnin' out of love, what d'you do? I had nothing, I was poor, but I had you I was with my bro, with my woes, ooh She just want love, I just want drugs, yeah She just want the love, I just want drugs, yeah Chanel with the Louis, girl, you fly We go Balmain then it's Off-White (You my lady, so I'ma make this right, yeah) (I'ma make it right) Yeah Now listen, first things first I ain't tryna do you wrong We've been through worser shit before You need me but I need them drugs, baby At the Shard, I'm having dinner with the plug, baby Runnin' out of luck and jakes are on us, goin' dumb crazy Fours on fours, work her in the bando, hititn' fours on fours No security, we hittin' main events for 44 Pussy like a storm, she say she want some more, some more When it rains, you know the saying, babe, it pours, it pours Champagne on ice, chain on ice My diamonds bright, don't watch the price Got me for life, need to be wife You make her cry? My hitters ride It's a shame, I pop a Perc to change my mood When you're runnin' out of love, what d'you do? I had nothing, I was poor, but I had you I was with my bro, with my woes, ooh She just want love, I just want drugs, yeah She just want the love, I just want drugs, yeah Chanel with the Louis, girl, you fly We go Balmain then it's Off-White (You my lady, so I'ma make this right, yeah) (I'ma make it right) Yeah Overseas, ate already but know I'ma steady eat it You my queen, put a baby in your belly, you gon' keep it Need another, you gave me a daughter, give that girl a brother All my niggas in the system, bangin' out all summer All my niggas in the jail, they comin' soon (Burning on that smooth) Getting nasty in the room Up in the sky, look at the view It's a shame, I pop a Perc to change my mood When you're runnin' out of love, what d'you do? I had nothing, I was poor, but I had you I was with my bro, with my woes, ooh She just want love, I just want drugs, yeah She just want the love, I just want drugs, yeah Chanel with the Louis, girl, you fly We go Balmain then it's Off-White (You my lady, so I'ma make this right, yeah) (I'ma make it right)
Writer(s): Alex Walker, Adam Williams, Ricky Banton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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