Gin and drugs – Wiz Khalifa feat. Problem lyrics

Lyrics Problem – Gin and drugs – Wiz Khalifa

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Problem]
Up in this b***h and we all faded
F**k ’bout a b***h, no we don’t save her
Nothin’ to a boss, do my own thing
It’s money over h**s, 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 & drugs, gin and drugs
Gin & drugs, we got gin and drugs
Gin & drugs, gin & drugs
Gin & drugs, we got gin & 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 b***h
Then it’s the end of my car, push-start the engine
Let’s start from the beginning
With a young n***a from the ‘Burgh
Smokin’ weed, gettin’ money, f**k what you heard
Know they hate ’cause I’m flyer than I ever been
High off a medicine versuri-lyrics.info
B***h bad, her a*s fat, I’ll probably let her in
Ball so fuckin’ hard I need a letterman
Know a couple niggas that I’m better than
P***y, I don’t sweat it or the money ’cause I get it
Taylor Gang on top, just remember that I said it
F**k this n***a b***h, grab my s**t, then I jetted.

Up in this b***h and we all faded
F**k ’bout a b***h, no we don’t save her
Nothin’ to a boss, do my own thing
It’s money over h**s, 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 & drugs
Gin & drugs, we got gin & drugs
Gin & drugs, gin & drugs
Gin & drugs, we got gin and drugs
We got!

Baby it’s f**k 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 & drugs got me feelin’ like a car hit him
‘Round 6 a.m 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 b***h and we all faded
F**k ’bout a b***h, no we don’t save her
Nothin’ to a boss, do my own thing
It’s money over h**s, 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 & drugs, gin & drugs
Gin & drugs, we got gin & drugs
Gin & drugs, gin & drugs
Gin & drugs, we got gin & drugs
We gottt!
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Gin and drugs - Wiz Khalifa
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