But still i was a bad-kid who did alcohol and drugs.
Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks
All around theres death,drugs, and rape
That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape
Entrance no charge cause we late to the club
Lots of drugs and boos in his cup
This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,
It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see
Drivin' my impala and selling drugs
Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs
Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs
Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups
Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round
Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,
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