Letra Off The Drugs* par TheHxliday

Lyrics from Snippet

Woah, woah, woah
Yeah, I feel like I'm addicted or somethin' (For real?)
Woah, for real? (Me too) Yeah
For real? I feel like I'm addicted or somethin'

I been off the drugs (Yeah)
I been off the drugs (Off the drugs)
I can't get enough (I can't get enough), yeah
I can't get enough (I can't get enough)
Nobody could hold me (Yeah), he won't be the old me (Yeah)
Why these n*'s fake? (Yeah) Why these n*'s phony? (Yeah)
No, that's not okay (Yeah), my old friends took my homiеs (Yeah)
And I'm in the addy with my n* [?]
Yeah, yеah, yeah

Lone star, she know what I am, don't gotta say it twice
I know that I gain a brand new hater every night
I know that my hoe, she better, she the foreign thot
Lights off, you can see my diamonds, will you see the stars? (Yeah)
Young heart, put it on my time
We don't like [?], keep that on the side
Who is your squad? We don't know those guys
we just pull up with the mop
Gucci on my denim, and that [?] on my top
He tried gettin' that ransom, he might try to wet our block
And their screaming "gang, gang", we ain't on the same thing
I feel like I'm Batman, see that chrome on the [?]?
we gon' take his head and off it
All the pills and prescriptions on the desk, b*t*h, I'm off it
I'm a real n*, everybody know me [?]
You can tell that my feelin's they are really up for auction
I been off the drugs (Yeah)
I been off the drugs (Off the drugs)
I can't get enough (I can't get enough), yeah
I can't get enough (I can't get enough)
Nobody could hold me (Yeah), he won't be the old me (Yeah)
Why these n*'s fake? (Yeah) Why these n*'s phony? (Yeah)
No, that's not okay (Yeah), my old friends took my homies (Yeah)
And I'm in the addy with my n* [?]
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Ridin' through this motherf**ker
Ridin' through this [?]
All these n*'s [?], your b*t*h [?] d**k suckin'
Your b*t*h in this b*t*h hustlin'
Me and my n*s big [?]
No, I did this sh*t for nothin'
No, I didn't do this sh*t for fun
Punk around and get the gang [?]
Do what I do and that's for my son
I do that duty [?] 'til I'm done
Pull out that [?], got a drum
Your b*t*h is so lovely [?]
I think that she love me, it's so hard to tell
off this perky, that's the way I felt
With a [?], you can't hear me
Keep my feelings on the shelf
We've been playin' all these games but I swear we [?]
And I know I talked a lot but it's a lot up on my chest
I've been countin' up the money, not worried 'bout nothin' else
And if you wanna hit my blunt, I swear it's [?]
I been off the drugs (Yeah)
I been off the drugs (Off the drugs)
I can't get enough (I can't get enough), yeah
I can't get enough (I can't get enough)
Nobody could hold me (Yeah), he won't be the old me (Yeah)
Why these n*'s fake? (Yeah) Why these n*'s phony? (Yeah)
No, that's not okay (Yeah), my old friends took my homies (Yeah)
And I'm in the addy with my n* [?]
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Go, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah