This is about bronies. They communicate by stomping.
Never a flaw
A different kind of high
You know
Feel me on this, huh, uh, uh
Ladies and gents, your dopest host presents
Extravagance in the lady frame
Leavin' cum stains, niggas remain in awe
When I brought a Derringer, throw it to your jaw, uh
Never a flaw
Never before have you seen such magnificence in the black princess, yes
Flow's phenom, I'm the bomb-diggity, ask Biggie
Keep a dedicated squad with me, call us the Gabbana girls
We dangerous, bitches pay a fee just to hang with us
Trust, niggas lust
Without a bank account, I doubt we could swing that route
Feel me out, uh, I'm used to
Hangin' with boosters in the best name brand with the insane 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 your greasy
Freak it Arabic style, Sharmoota elhas teeze
To please me you got to be well off
Bust a shell off with a tattoo that starts off, uh
Damn, ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja
Sensimilla, can I feel you?
All I wanna do is touch you
The ultimate rush, you're drugs, baby
Damn, ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja
Sensimilla, can I feel you?
All I wanna do is touch you
The ultimate rush, you're drugs, baby (uh)
To my niggas that trick a little
To my bitches that suck dick a little
While they niggas lick the middle
I'm the Don, y'all
High driven Jean-Paul Gaultier wear
Yeah, enough glorifying, lyrically electrifying
Bitches be lying 'bout the clothes they be buying
Some stores won't even let you whores in
'Til I begin to embarrass that ass and get crass
Kim surpass all crews
Bitches still drinking booze, I sip Cristal and Landcruise'
Receive all the "Ooh's" and the "Ah's", the jewels and the cars
Slick nigga, I'm sticking you, Baby Pa, uh
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
Damn, ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja
Sensimilla, can I feel you?
All I wanna do is touch you
The ultimate rush, you're drugs, baby
Damn, ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja
Sensimilla, can I feel you?
All I wanna do is touch you
The ultimate rush, you're drugs, baby
Inhale this, clench your fist
Then you feel the mist through the uterus
Can you picture this?
Life without me, wake up you're having bad dreams
'Cause your 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, Hennessy on the rocks is all we got as we sail out
Entrepreneurs, Cristal pourers, be glad we ain't takin' yours
Boring, huh? I'm warnin' you
Style waits for no bitch, I dream rich
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
Uh, damn, ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja
Sensimilla, can I feel you?
All I wanna do is touch you
The ultimate rush, you're drugs, baby
Damn, ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja
Sensimilla, can I feel you?
All I wanna do is touch you
The ultimate rush, you're drugs, baby
A different kind of high
You know
Feel me on this, huh, uh, uh
Ladies and gents, your dopest host presents
Extravagance in the lady frame
Leavin' cum stains, niggas remain in awe
When I brought a Derringer, throw it to your jaw, uh
Never a flaw
Never before have you seen such magnificence in the black princess, yes
Flow's phenom, I'm the bomb-diggity, ask Biggie
Keep a dedicated squad with me, call us the Gabbana girls
We dangerous, bitches pay a fee just to hang with us
Trust, niggas lust
Without a bank account, I doubt we could swing that route
Feel me out, uh, I'm used to
Hangin' with boosters in the best name brand with the insane 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 your greasy
Freak it Arabic style, Sharmoota elhas teeze
To please me you got to be well off
Bust a shell off with a tattoo that starts off, uh
Damn, ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja
Sensimilla, can I feel you?
All I wanna do is touch you
The ultimate rush, you're drugs, baby
Damn, ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja
Sensimilla, can I feel you?
All I wanna do is touch you
The ultimate rush, you're drugs, baby (uh)
To my niggas that trick a little
To my bitches that suck dick a little
While they niggas lick the middle
I'm the Don, y'all
High driven Jean-Paul Gaultier wear
Yeah, enough glorifying, lyrically electrifying
Bitches be lying 'bout the clothes they be buying
Some stores won't even let you whores in
'Til I begin to embarrass that ass and get crass
Kim surpass all crews
Bitches still drinking booze, I sip Cristal and Landcruise'
Receive all the "Ooh's" and the "Ah's", the jewels and the cars
Slick nigga, I'm sticking you, Baby Pa, uh
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
Damn, ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja
Sensimilla, can I feel you?
All I wanna do is touch you
The ultimate rush, you're drugs, baby
Damn, ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja
Sensimilla, can I feel you?
All I wanna do is touch you
The ultimate rush, you're drugs, baby
Inhale this, clench your fist
Then you feel the mist through the uterus
Can you picture this?
Life without me, wake up you're having bad dreams
'Cause your 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, Hennessy on the rocks is all we got as we sail out
Entrepreneurs, Cristal pourers, be glad we ain't takin' yours
Boring, huh? I'm warnin' you
Style waits for no bitch, I dream rich
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
Uh, damn, ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja
Sensimilla, can I feel you?
All I wanna do is touch you
The ultimate rush, you're drugs, baby
Damn, ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja
Sensimilla, can I feel you?
All I wanna do is touch you
The ultimate rush, you're drugs, baby
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Drugs Lyrics as written by Kimberly Jones Isaac Hayes
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