Drugs Lyrics by Lil' Kim

Drugs Lyrics

    [BIG] Never a flaw
    [Kim] A different kind of high
    [Kim] Yaknow, feel me on this, huh, uhh

    Ladies and gents
    Your dopest host presents extravagence
    in the ladies' frame, leavin cum stains
    Niggaz remain in awe, when I brought a Dillinger
    Throw it to ya jaw, uhh
    Never a flaw
    Never before, have you seen such magnificense
    in the black princess, yesss
    Flow's phenom, I'm the bomb-diggy
    Ask Biggie, keep a dedicated squad wit me
    Call us the Gabbana girls
    We dangerous, bitches pay a fee just to hang with us
    Trust, niggaz lust
    Without a bank account, I doubt we could swing that route
    Feel me out uhh, I'm used ta
    hangin wit boosters, in the best name brand
    with the in-sane clan, man listen
    My position is lieutenant
    Like a block of hash, got the burners up in it
    Percent it, I send it back to ya greasy
    Freak it arabic style, sha-muck-daha-steesy
    To please me you got to be well off
    Bust a shell off, wit a tattoo that starts off

    Chorus: Notorious B.I.G.

    Damn Ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja
    Sensimilla, can I feel ya
    All I wanna do is touch ya
    The ultimate rush, you're drugs baby
    (repeat)

    Uhh, to my niggaz that trick a little
    To my bitches that suck dick a little
    While they niggaz lick the middle, I'm the Don y'all
    High driven Jean Paul Cartier wear
    Yeah, enough glorifyin
    Lyrically electrifyin, bitches by lyin
    bout the clothes they be buyin
    Some stores won't even let you whores in
    Til I begin to embarass that ass and get crass
    Kim surpass, all crews
    Bitches still drinkin booze
    I sip Cristal and Landcruise
    Recieve all the oohhs and the ahhhs, the jewels and the cars
    Slick nigga, I'm stickin you Baby Pah, uhh
    Yes indeed, flows first class and yours is coach
    like the bag, the Prada mama
    Jog five miles a day then I hit the sauna
    My girls rock Chanel and smoke mad marijuana

    Chorus

    Inhale this, clench your fist
    Then ya, feel the mist through the uterus
    Can ya, picture this
    Life without me, wake up you're having bad dreams
    cause ya fiend for a toke
    My crew tote Tocques and mink coats
    On the cell with the boat
    What you thought, we get caught and get bailed out
    Fuck the jailhouse, Hennessey on the rocks
    is all we got as we sail out, entrepeneurs
    Cristal pourers, be glad we ain't takin yours
    Boring huh, I'm warnin ya
    Style waits for no bitch, a dream bitch
    when I fuck with scratch and sniff
    Now I stacks the shit, practice it
    So no bitch can tax the shit, miraculous
    So I can relax a bit, and get my toes licked
    The drugs nigga, a-hah hah hah!

    Chorus

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