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Problem
Problem
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Jason Martin
Jason Martin
Rap
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Jason Martin
Jason Martin
Songwriter
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Dupri Of League Of Starz
Dupri Of League Of Starz
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Drugs, drugs, bitch I'm on drugs Molly and the weed tho, that's all I gotta say When I put my dicks in this hoes I hope they high as me Prolly not, fuck it, taxi all in public Never wanna use it, prolly don't If she let me fuck it Hella burnt turnt like a car going 'round the corner Won't change like the coin machine is fucking out of order Never ever follow orders I make orders follow me Riding in the ghost got me hella booze Halloween, me and that clown, no make up Red velvet in the sky, my cake's up Bitch booty sittin high, her cake's up 2 words I can't stand lace front Ha, I'm playing girl you know you fly Blow me bitch don't blow my high, what? Drugs, drugs, drugs Bitch I'm on drugs, huh? Drugs, drugs, drugs Bitch I'm on drugs, huh? Zoner, get owner, all cash pink slip, and a loaner Need something in your mouth I'm a donor 35 racks in my cup holder Feels for deals my voice give her the chills I blow a kiss to molly, then she give me the thrill It's like a high, just can't quit 6 in the morning, a nigga still lit Tell them that I'm living a life you want in You can mob, long as you understand this and do your job Sun coming up man she still wanna ride I don't like shit but I still wanna drive Moving lane to lane I got the coupe 2 stepping Hop out like a young black Hugh Hefner Fly, fresher, hella weed, bunch of sour on the dresser, huh? Drugs, drugs, drugs Bitch I'm on drugs, huh? Drugs, drugs, drugs Bitch I'm on drugs, huh? Wake up in the morning, hit the kesha Right before I head to the weed spot I dump all 10 then I recup My liver too shine, need a detox Why you clear, you that's coke and criss I get her drunk as hell then let her choke on dick I'm breathing slow, heart beating fast I got cookie for days, your weed is trash I used to be at school on the jail tab I made a quarter mill off a meth lab I brought a 10 pack on the grey hound I used to be along with the grey pound I'm on one, xans and a bottle of gyn Throw a molly in the glass Make her suck all my friends Real talk no time for games I smoke DMT and now I'm seeing thangs I'm on drugs Drugs, drugs, drugs
Writer(s): Carson Clyde, Gilbert Anthony Milam Jr., Problem Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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