Lil' Kim

Lil' Kim - Drugs lyrics

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[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
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Big Beat Records, Inc.

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Released in: 1996

Language: English

Appearing on: Hard Core (1996)

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