Thurz, A.Leon Craft, Killer Mike - Bitches & Drugs lyrics

Dope money, bitches cars
Take two of these baby you gonna see mars
Smoke one of these you won't
Wake up until tomorrow
Medical baby only comes in a jar
Girl let me chill while you pop that pill

Like my chi' town niggas say damn she cold
Show me she the one like her name D rose
I like super hoes that ain't super scared
Fat black rap mack on super head

And I'm make that bitch break super bread
Cause I'm a pimp y'all and not a simp yall
And that's why I stay on chill
My bags cost eight hundred an ounce
Bitch pay my medical bill gone

Fifty-one fifty
Fifty-nine fifty with the fitted on tilt


Hunted bodies no guilt
Need a hundred tear drops
My shoes is murderous
Hundred bitches need mops stimulate their
Minds they serving us


Cause I'm high fashion dick I'm casting
They acting like my dick
Belong in they drawers and I let them do it
Puffing OG, kush sativa



Strawberry lemon, pineapples & mangos
They just want to party, time equals money
We ain't fucking with them lame hoes
Sratch that etchesketch

You know I keep my swagger
Vacuum sealed extra fresh
Girl fix her health that's all a mess
Coke residue all on your dress
Trying to tap out but she let me tap out then
Shorty tapped out that's all I guess
Damn, she bad harvard grad
Brain like a valedictorian
LA to Mars I'm back to the future
Feeling like I'm driving a DeLorean
1964 Old school Chevy historian
On datons, yup I said datons
Niggas ain't cool enough to
Walk to my Candace
Why these hoes wanna try my patience
I hope my doctor can see more patients
I need that good, good good good Megan
Stupid ass number nigga I'm just saying