CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Drugs in My Kool-Aid!
Ooh, that's cold
We going? (What)
Okay
Yeah (Brr)
I'm feeling groovy, drugs in my Kool-Aid
Got the club goin' dumb on a Tuesday
Snorting two lines off of her boobies
Go stupid, yeah, we go stupid
I'm feeling groovy, drugs in my Kool-Aid
Got the club goin' dumb on a Tuesday
Snorting two lines off of her boobies
Go stupid, yeah, we go stupid
Yeah, accidentally killed your mans up in the intersection
R.I.P. to your boyfriend, now he up in my mentions
I done knocked her, so I had to move on to her best friend
Only thing we fear is police and depression
Hey, I'm quite a rich little guy
Took that n***a's b*t*h 'cause he still working at Five Guys
Yeah, lil' n***a are you ready to die?
'Cause I'm coming off like two failed attempts of suicide
Let's go, we some low lifes (Hah)
I keep a pro-knife, and break the window when we pro-life
I'm taking Prozac, let's split the metal of a blue pill that I got from Europe
Let's solve the riddle of my sorrows
Let's f**k tomorrow but keep it pimpin' (Mwah)
I'm back in this b*t*h with your Saint Laurent on me (What)
n***as, they hate, but they b*t*h on me
Shawty, shut up, come and lay your lips on me (Ugh, ugh, ugh)
Actually, keep talking 'cause I'm quite lonely (Yeah)
[?], I paint on her on like she an opp, son (Sex)
My n***as crazy, they killers, committing some arson (Yeah)
f**k it, we litty, suck titties, pop pillies, [?]
We going? (What)
Okay
Yeah (Brr)
I'm feeling groovy, drugs in my Kool-Aid
Got the club goin' dumb on a Tuesday
Snorting two lines off of her boobies
Go stupid, yeah, we go stupid
I'm feeling groovy, drugs in my Kool-Aid
Got the club goin' dumb on a Tuesday
Snorting two lines off of her boobies
Go stupid, yeah, we go stupid
Yeah, accidentally killed your mans up in the intersection
R.I.P. to your boyfriend, now he up in my mentions
I done knocked her, so I had to move on to her best friend
Only thing we fear is police and depression
Hey, I'm quite a rich little guy
Took that n***a's b*t*h 'cause he still working at Five Guys
Yeah, lil' n***a are you ready to die?
'Cause I'm coming off like two failed attempts of suicide
Let's go, we some low lifes (Hah)
I keep a pro-knife, and break the window when we pro-life
I'm taking Prozac, let's split the metal of a blue pill that I got from Europe
Let's solve the riddle of my sorrows
Let's f**k tomorrow but keep it pimpin' (Mwah)
I'm back in this b*t*h with your Saint Laurent on me (What)
n***as, they hate, but they b*t*h on me
Shawty, shut up, come and lay your lips on me (Ugh, ugh, ugh)
Actually, keep talking 'cause I'm quite lonely (Yeah)
[?], I paint on her on like she an opp, son (Sex)
My n***as crazy, they killers, committing some arson (Yeah)
f**k it, we litty, suck titties, pop pillies, [?]
