The Colleagues - Drugs lyrics

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The Colleagues - Drugs lyrics

[Intro:Woop] Geek me up bro! Pledge allegiance, pledge allegiance to d** He keep lickin' his hand [Hook:Woop] Geek me up bro (bro) Geek me up G (G) Geek me up molly Pa** me the lighter Geek me up D Drugs, Drugs, Drugs Yeah I'm in love with the Xans Drugs, Drugs, Drugs Why he keep lickin' his hand Drugs, Drugs, Drugs Yeah we roll up on the gas Drugs, Drugs, Drugs [Verse 1: Woop) Shooters pull up in a sto-lo then it's war (war) f** it geek up lil' bit more more (hell is you doin?) Molly, rockout wit two woop, you gotta geek Percocet and Xans, but nobody sleepin' (hit it) Molly mixed with mud thats my two rockout woop d** (f** what you thinkin') Percocet, molly, and lean, and we heavy on gas, walkin' lab rat Rollin' up the Paquio, that pack pack Blowin' OG Packaneese Sleep in the p**y that's a catnap Hit so many sacks, i'm a sack that Leanin' all on my brain, smokin' ease my pain Molly turnt me cookoo crazy Hold up, geek up the beat Beat up the P, Cook Eddy D 30 round UZI that's an automatic Light your head up call you steve I call up 2 Woops, you get wrapped like a rope My money flows, Snowbunny chose Geek off the molly, don't play with her nose Bad b**hes, Pocahontas hair blow in the wind We both geekin', she say molly have her life again [Hook:Woop] [Verse 2:YG Ivy) How often do you geek? 7 days a week (I tweak) What's swangin' off your neck there? That's a Cuban Link My bricks are super tan, That i think it's kinda pink I think i'm Uncle Sam the way I tax him for a fee Okay, geek me up bruh, I like muddy cups (muddington) She like boost me up, I'm like what the f**? I need 4 of that muddington I know she f**in' my cuz N' them Molly rock got her doin' all of us (all of us) Hit a sack, bust it down, dab it up Young street n***a wrappin' bricks up I came from the bottom like an uppercut Late night hotbox the chevy truck I jump out the whip, and jack you up I did it, off the muscle 2 cup poured up with my brothers Man i'm rollin' wit some n***as that'll finger f** the chopper And i'm slidin' with the (?) On the block like a buckle And i'm high, 24's, 7, human helicopter Pull up on a n***a where the trap at? (?) It's a robbery n***a, I need all that Molly nights end up in body bags [Hook:Woop]

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