Album Name

Rolling Papers 2

Artist

Wiz Khalifa

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2018.07.16

Release Agency

워너뮤직

Gin & Drugs (Feat. Problem) - Wiz Khalifa
Up in this bitch and we all faded
Fuck 'bout a bitch
no we don't save her
Nothin' to a boss do my own thing
It's money over hoes
no I'm no stranger
Want more bounce
we got more
ounces
Want more bounce
we got more ounces
Want more bounce
we got more ounces
Want more bounce
we got more ounces
Gin and drugs gin and drugs
Gin and drugs
we got gin and drugs
Gin and drugs gin and drugs
Gin and drugs
we got gin and drugs
We got
Only on Gin and them drugs
I walked in in the club
About three of them
dawg I'm not kiddin'
When I tell you if you came
with your bitch
Then it's the end of my car
push-start the engine
Let's start from the beginning
With a young nigga from the 'Burgh
Smokin' weed gettin' money
fuck what you heard
Know they hate
'cause I'm flyer than I ever been
High off a medicine
Bitch bad her ass fat
I'll probably let her in
Ball so fuckin' hard
I need a letterman
Know a couple niggas
that I'm better than
Pussy I don't sweat it
or the money 'cause I get it
Taylor Gang on top
just remember that I said it
Fuck this nigga bitch
grab my shit then I jetted
Up in this bitch and we all faded
Fuck 'bout a bitch
no we don't save her
Nothin' to a boss do my own thing
It's money over hoes
no I'm no stranger
Want more bounce
we got more ounces
Want more bounce
we got more ounces
Want more bounce
we got more ounces
Want more bounce
we got more ounces
Gin and drugs gin and drugs
Gin and drugs
we got gin and drugs
Gin and drugs gin and drugs
Gin and drugs
we got gin and drugs
We got
Baby it's fuck day
who wanna bang
Even though I had some
right 'fore I came
It's lit though
Girl you ain't fuckin'
what you here for
Got at least 3 zips rolled
all ready
Wiz brought another jar with him
Gin and drugs got me feelin'
like a car hit him
'Round 6 am once I hit my DM
Didn't have a rubber
so she got to feel this skin
Money stacks stack high
bruh this don't bend
What's up with your friend
Biatch
Ho yeah yeah yeah
Feeling like Mitch
when the light hit him
Married to the money
let the rice hit him
Up in this bitch and we all faded
Fuck 'bout a bitch
no we don't save her
Nothin' to a boss do my own thing
It's money over hoes
no I'm no stranger
Want more bounce
we got more ounces
Want more bounce
we got more ounces
Want more bounce
we got more ounces
Want more bounce
we got more ounces
Gin and drugs gin and drugs
Gin and drugs
we got gin and drugs
Gin and drugs gin and drugs
Gin and drugs
we got gin and drugs
We got