Bizarre, Obie Trice - Drugs lyrics

[Bizarre, Obie Trice - Drugs lyrics]

How the fuck Bizarre get this high
Drunk off 75 I lost my right eye
On ecstasy, bitches undress me
Balls in their mouth like dizzy gillespie
Now who the fuck wanna get fucked from behind
I do two lines
Put my dick in the bitches spine
Rottweilers, I leave em sedated
My dick so big my dog got his ass spaded
I'm at the airport, police tryin' to get me
Two pounds of coke in my bag
But it belongs to whitney
Bitch, go send Bobby to get me
Or get your ass beat the fuck up by Cindy
Obie don't temp me
Or I'll rape this bitch and
Use no fuckin' jimmy
Sniffin coke, pass out on the banister
What the fuck you expect
Dude strawberry's my manager
Drugs, let the pain run through your body
Drugs, let the pills take
Control of your soul
Drugs, let the pain run through your body
Drugs, let the pills take
Control of your soul let's get hiiiiiigh

The weed is costin', so alcohol is often
Engulfed in Obie Trice pee more than that THC
Depression get me to drink more
But, I did that before even
When I wasn't stressin it's like barley
Bacardi stimulate my body to the point
I might crash your party
Hungover the next morning
Remember the shit hardly
7-up motherfucker don't bother me
At times I get intimate with a bitch and my
Dick goes limp but I'm still a pimp
Yes, my liver resembles a shrimp
Cirrhosis so close while I
Wild out irish rose
Hold my dick while me and Bizarre
Pose for them extra fat hoes
Gamin' to get us home
Jumped my bones, I was drunk and gone
I gotta leave these wild drugs alone nigga

I lick clit til' your fuckin' pussy blister
I'm at the Grammys
Snortin' coke with Beyonce's little sister
Want beef? I'm more than a rapper
It'll be lights out
Like you had the fuckin' clapper
My girl, she don't wanna make love no more
Fuck it that's what they make crackheads for
A pound of weed, I spent about a g
This is America, get your drugs for free

Vodka, Brandy, Whiskey, Brew
Bizarre, Obie Trice, brain cells through
Ecstasy, vicodin hikes up my heart rate
Fuck it being high runs right up my alleyway
I drink like you eat, you don't
Eat like I drink though, not even fatsos
I guzzle, no sipper, wet my whiskers
Get wit' cha
Challenge anybody crushin' liquor nigga

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