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pill poppers - lorde vice lyrics

aye
aye aye
uh

yea

uh
who the f*ck needa plug
b*tch i got two doctors
run up in his spot
take his top
and we like who shot ya
we want everything
b*tch you kno we neighborhood drug shoppas
deal talkas
big choppas
dis is for dem pill poppas!

i smoke so much weed my mama said i needa stop
i got lean up in my kidneys
got the crack inside my sock
i got the rock ye
hide from da cops ye
b*tch i’m from new york, i’ll milly rock on that thot
yeeahhh

you thought it was sweet
until i pulled up on that block yeah
ak47 make him drop yeah
he was up now he drop dead
off the molly ima hot head

said i wasn’t gon be sh*t
that’s the same sh*t that my mom said
now i’m up and living lavish
i got b*tches in my black bed
who scared
choppa ready
called the feds
p*ssy boi
he don’t want no smoke
b*tch its all cancer here
i dont care
b*tch you not allowed in here
too much dough that we count in here
big backwood kno it’s loud in here
ye
in & out i ain’t got time for the chat
spending that money
i’m making it back
i’m f*ckin ya bih & i’m doing da dash
these n*ggas clowns man they making me laugh
steve nash
yeah i’m passing’s the pack
odell how a n*gga catching it back
all the money in the world and he said
ya b*tch askin’ wanna know where i’m at

aye yuh yuh yuh
aye aye yuh yuh
aye aye
yuh yuh
aye lorde vice
that’s cool right there

uh
who the f*ck needa plug
b*tch i got two doctors
run up in his spot
take his top
and we like who shot ya
we want everything
b*tch you know we neighborhood drug shoppas!
deal talkas
big choppas
dis is for dem pill poppas

who the f*ck needa plug
b*tch i got two doctors
run up in his spot
take his top
and we like who shot ya
we want everything
b*tch you know we neighborhood drug shoppas
deal talkas
big choppas
this is for dem pill poppas

all this f*cking clout they thought i sold my soul
got money
but i need some mo
i just spent yo rent inside the motha f*cking gucci store

shout out adam
ain
t no jumping on this d*ck ho
i just drop like 50 racks up on my big bro
you thought sh*t was sweet
until i pulled up i like big smoke
they like vice
why you
shut up
i ain’t got no time fa no kid ho
no

yeeeessshhhhh

- lorde vice lyrics

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