Drugs lyrics

Artist  : Lil` Kim 
Song : Drugs



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featuring Notorious B.I.G.

[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