RetcH, A$AP ANT - Drugs on the Table lyrics
[RetcH, A$AP ANT - Drugs on the Table lyrics]
Yeah nigga a$AP, Marino Gang, H'z
Drugs on the Table 2012
Coke and White bitches
Drugs on the table hoes on the floor
Niggas shooting dice, couple bottle on pour
My nigga Dollar came through with
The Xans and the smoke
And forty more bitches just
Walked through the door
Said they walked through the door
Forty more bitches just walked
Through the door
My nigga Dollar came through with
The Xans and the smoke
And forty more bitches just
Walked through the door
Drugs on the table hoes on the floor
A nigga smoking blunts in my ‘Lo
I know she with the shit's she
Want to keep on some blow
And forty more bitches just
Walked through the door
Well y nigga got the punch and
He pouring up a four
Better take it easy, sip some slow
And I’m like, "Nah my nigga
I'ma just fuck with this smoke"
Got this ice in my cup
And this Rémy in my coke
Cause that Sprite mixed with Actavis
No mother fucking joke
Seen a bitch I used to fuck
But I ain’t even speak
Cause she ain't fuckin'
With that pretty bitch I met last week
And she look so fucking good
Got her bucket on low and
She don’t even wear panties
That’s the trillest bitch I know
And every time we fuck I fuck
Her so she don’t forget it
I can tell that she ain’t met
A real nigga in a minute
I’m a gift from the gods
So I bless her with my presence
Got that pussy on lock let’s bring
It back to the essence
I don’t really bring her around she
Make these bitches look like peasants
So we gon enjoy the night
Lil’ mama why you be stressing we got
Where the weed at? Where the Xans at?
Where the lean at? Get fucked up
Drugs on the table knows what’s up
Light skin with a fat ass
Hit the blunt, no cough, pass
Got my eye on the cash dice game, triple up
Yellow Tuss, double cup
Bitch met, it's going down
Ciroc shots, more rounds
Blow a pound, high as fuck
My right hand man got a burner tucked
Act stupid, shoot your party up
Eyes redder than the devil
Dig yourself, get a shovel pedal to metal
Crash car up, buy new one
Hell yeah, I’m on one
She wobble ass like a ceiling fan
Panties silver like a pan
Ride me like a sedan
Thinking I’m gonna make her mine
When I hit she know the time
Out the bitch, chase money
Laugh, ain’t shit funny
Get a penis in her tummy
Eating me like some gummies
I’m the reason she ain’t bummy
Drugs on the table hoes on the floor
Niggas shooting dice, couple bottle on pour
My nigga Dollar came through with
The Xans and the smoke
And forty more bitches just
Walked through the door
Drugs on the Table 2012
Coke and White bitches
Drugs on the table hoes on the floor
Niggas shooting dice, couple bottle on pour
My nigga Dollar came through with
The Xans and the smoke
And forty more bitches just
Walked through the door
Said they walked through the door
Forty more bitches just walked
Through the door
My nigga Dollar came through with
The Xans and the smoke
And forty more bitches just
Walked through the door
Drugs on the table hoes on the floor
A nigga smoking blunts in my ‘Lo
I know she with the shit's she
Want to keep on some blow
And forty more bitches just
Walked through the door
Well y nigga got the punch and
He pouring up a four
Better take it easy, sip some slow
And I’m like, "Nah my nigga
I'ma just fuck with this smoke"
Got this ice in my cup
And this Rémy in my coke
Cause that Sprite mixed with Actavis
No mother fucking joke
Seen a bitch I used to fuck
But I ain’t even speak
Cause she ain't fuckin'
With that pretty bitch I met last week
And she look so fucking good
Got her bucket on low and
She don’t even wear panties
That’s the trillest bitch I know
And every time we fuck I fuck
Her so she don’t forget it
I can tell that she ain’t met
A real nigga in a minute
I’m a gift from the gods
So I bless her with my presence
Got that pussy on lock let’s bring
It back to the essence
I don’t really bring her around she
Make these bitches look like peasants
So we gon enjoy the night
Lil’ mama why you be stressing we got
Where the weed at? Where the Xans at?
Where the lean at? Get fucked up
Drugs on the table knows what’s up
Light skin with a fat ass
Hit the blunt, no cough, pass
Got my eye on the cash dice game, triple up
Yellow Tuss, double cup
Bitch met, it's going down
Ciroc shots, more rounds
Blow a pound, high as fuck
My right hand man got a burner tucked
Act stupid, shoot your party up
Eyes redder than the devil
Dig yourself, get a shovel pedal to metal
Crash car up, buy new one
Hell yeah, I’m on one
She wobble ass like a ceiling fan
Panties silver like a pan
Ride me like a sedan
Thinking I’m gonna make her mine
When I hit she know the time
Out the bitch, chase money
Laugh, ain’t shit funny
Get a penis in her tummy
Eating me like some gummies
I’m the reason she ain’t bummy
Drugs on the table hoes on the floor
Niggas shooting dice, couple bottle on pour
My nigga Dollar came through with
The Xans and the smoke
And forty more bitches just
Walked through the door