paroles de chanson Drug Dealerz Model - Absolut-P

This shit stupid
(Uh-oh, close the door)
Mane
Fuck that bitch and her whole life, I don't give a fuck about that shit
Fuck putting on a show for a bitch, that's clearly miserable, aye
So worried about a nigga, uhh
Tighten up lil bitch
You'll, never, ever, find a vibe like this, uhh
You can forget about a lil nigga
No cap, yeah, yeah
Just pull up on another jit, yeah, yeah
And that's that, aye
Drug dealers model, I'm trippin' off psychedelics, while I'm rockin' new fits
Aye, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nigga gettin' trippy like my uncle Juice
I, want the meanest bitch in the room
The one you can't touch, that don't even matter
Bad bitch tryna butter me up, now I'm poppin' LV tags
Woe is me, I'm in the gundam
Doing stunts, feel like a robot
I'm busy shawty, swear I'm dumb stuck
Bro, throw the blunt, across room, like a baton
Woah, woah, uhh
Real trippy nigga, wok hard sippin'
Bro on the web like Peter, don't make him pick up that pepper
Hit a drug combo, Marvel vs Capcom
Bad bitch starring hard at me, like
Take my picture, since you lookin'
Leave niggas pissed like they stung by a jellyfish
Them lab diamonds, they in the studio with you
Got designer drugs on me, and they stocked like I'm vending em
(Uh-oh, close the door)
Mane
Fuck that bitch and her whole life, I don't give a fuck about that shit
Fuck putting on a show for a bitch, that's clearly miserable, aye
So worried about a nigga, uhh
Tighten up lil bitch
You'll, never, ever, find a vibe like this, uhh
You can forget about a lil nigga
No cap, yeah, yeah
Just pull up on another jit, yeah, yeah
And that's that, aye
Drug dealers model, I'm trippin' off psychedelics, while I'm rockin' new fits
Aye, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I'm high
Midtown Atlanta, yeah, I'm getting right
You ain't meant to feel this vibe
Trippy ass nigga, when the molly hit cha, like woah nigga, Black Rob
Omaha legend like, Fullclip, Blackguy
Molly rocks, yeah, that's a landslide
Asparagus, with the lamb chops
Pose with the drugs, I'm controlling the narrative
Can't see you niggas, I need to eat more carrots huh
Zan pack stank, so, now I gotta air it out, woah
Bro said I'm doin' too much, yeah, I'm sneakin' and geekin
I got a lot on my mind, man, you wouldn't believe me
Walkin' through the mall double cups, doing too much
Sneaking and geekin' in your face, dare to do drugs
Nigga I could keep you up like a elevator stuck
Lil nigga pop out, collar shirt, Burberry buttons
Yeah, movin' mysterious like a UFO
Smoke dope in public, then strike a pose
I know what she do, she got a red nose
Heard that strip, but I don't know
V on my back, so leave me alone
Put out a bat signal for them drugs
Smoking dope, standing on couches up in the club
(Uh-oh, close the door)
Mane
Fuck that bitch and her whole life, I don't give a fuck about that shit
Fuck putting on a show for a bitch, that's clearly miserable, aye
So worried about a nigga, uhh
Tighten up lil bitch
You'll, never, ever, find a vibe like this, uhh
You can forget about a lil nigga
No cap, yeah, yeah
Just pull up on another jit, yeah, yeah
And that's that, aye
Drug dealers model, I'm trippin' off psychedelics, while I'm rockin' new fits
Aye, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah