paroles de chanson P.A.W. - OBN Jay

Pills, alcohol, and weed, get 'em turnt up
Pills, alcohol, and weed, get 'em turnt up (XOXOXO)
Pills, alcohol, and weed, get 'em turnt up
Pills, 'hol, and weed, la-la-la

Pills, alcohol, and weed, get 'em turnt up
Pills, alcohol, and weed, get 'em turnt up
Pills, alcohol, and weed, get 'em turnt up
Pills, alcohol, and weed, get 'em turnt up

I done got turnt up
Henny cups and purple got me burnt up
Might spill a cup, and not floor of this foreign done got soaked up
And I'm fresher, I'm pressure
Say, "DJ, it's whatever" (it's whatever)
And I just run this bitch again and see who done, not jiggin' 'bout it (not jiggin' 'bout it)
Worked for every dollar that steady pilin', guess that's why they talkin'
I done came in with my burner, go to trippin', I get 'em off me

Like beam, bam, back to back, wе hittin' hard, don't do no movin'
I'm just turnin' up, man is up there like a jittеr
Club rollin', buckin' hard in a crowd with my woadie
In my zone, leave me 'lone, I been floatin'
Smokin' purp' every day in a foreign, in a foreign

This pressure pack might make you wanna jig from side to side
Say DJ rough, they buckin' hard in here 'til they get tired
Got his dawg pullin' his clothes, he in control just like he blind
Goin' duffy with the bros from wall to wall, he lost his mind
Club rollin', buckin' hard in a crowd with my woadie
In my zone, leave me 'lone, I been floatin'
Smokin' purp' every day in a foreign, in a foreign (club rollin')

Pills, alcohol, and weed, get 'em turnt up (club rollin')
Pills, alcohol, and weed, get 'em turnt up (I got the club rollin')
Pills, alcohol, and weed, get 'em turnt up (I got the club rollin')
Pills, alcohol, and weed, get 'em turnt up

For every dollar that steady pilin', guess that's why they talkin'
I done came in with my burner, go to trippin', I get 'em off me
Like beam, bam, back to back, we hittin' hard, don't do no movin'
I'm just turnin' up, man is up there like a jitter
And I ain't gon' even lie, I remember starvin' on plenty days
I ain't gon' even lie, 'member mixin' codeine with my Minute Maid (wocky)
I ain't gon' even lie, 'member clutchin' burners, give my dot a fade (dot a fade)
And I'm the sickest in the city, but anyway (club rollin')

Pills, alcohol, and weed, get 'em turnt up (club rollin')
Pills, alcohol, and weed, get 'em turnt up (I got the club rollin')
Pills, alcohol, and weed, get 'em turnt up (I got the club rollin')
Pills, alcohol, and weed, get 'em turnt up

(Khris James, what the fuck?)
(Jordxn produced this)