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drugs on the table - retch lyrics

[intro: retch]
yeah n-gga
87 renogangicious [?]
[?] 2012
c0ke and white b-tches

[hook: retch]
drugs on the table
hoes on the floor
n-ggas shooting dice, couple bottle on pour
my n-gga dollar came through with the xans and the smoke
and forty more b-tches just walked through the door
said they walked through the door
forty more b-tches just walked through the door
my n-gga dollar came through with the xans and the smoke
and forty more b-tches just walked through the door

[verse 1:retch]
drugs on the table
hoes on the floor
[?] sl-ts smoking blunts in my ‘lo
i know she with the sh-ts she want to keep on some blow
and forty more b-tches just walked through the door
my n-gga got the punch and he pouring up a four
better take it easy, sip sip slow
and i’m like, “nah my n-gga, ima just f-ck with this smoke”
got this ice in my cup
and this rémy in my c0ke
cause that sprite mixed with actavis no mother f-cking joke
seen a b-tch i used to f-ck
but i ain’t even speak cause she f-cking with that pretty b-tch i met last week
and she look so f-cking good
got her bucket on low and she don’t even wear panties
that’s the trillest b-tch i know
and every time we f-ck i f-ck her so she don’t forget it
i can tell that she ain’t met a real n-gga in a minute
i’m a gift from the gods
so i bless her with my presence
got that p-ssy on lock let’s bring it back to the essence
i don’t really bring her around she make these b-tches look like peasants
so we gon enjoy the night
lil’ mama why you be stressing we got

[hook]

[verse 2: a$ap ant]
where the weed at?
where the xans at?
where the lean at?
get f-cked up
drugs on the table knows what’s up
light skin with a fat -ss
hit a blunt no [?]
got my eye on the cash
dice game, triple up
yellow tuss, double cup
bism-th is going down, ciroc shots, more rounds
blow a pound, high as f-ck
my right hand man got a burner tucked
act stupid, shoot your party
eyes red than the devil
dig yourself, get a shovel
paddle to nadle
crash car up, buy a new one
h-ll yeah, i’m on one
she wobble -ss like a ceiling fan
panties silver like a pan
ride me like a sedan
thinking i’m gonna make her mine
when i hit she know the time
out the b-tch, chase money
laugh, ain’t sh-t funny
p-n-s in her tummy
eating me like some gummies
i’m the reason she ain’t bummy

[outro: retch]
drugs on the table
hoes on the floor
n-ggas shooting dice, couple bottle on pour
my n-gga dollar came through with the xans and the smoke
and forty more b-tches just walked through the door

- retch lyrics

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