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lirik lagu kkk (drugz drugz drugz) [re-hash] – lil little

[intro:]

(this is a certified rez classic)

[hook:]

drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs
drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs. (i really love—)
drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs
drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs. (i really love—)
drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs
drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs. (i really love—)
drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs
drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs. (i really love—)

[verse 1:]

i need my fix, hook me up, n*gga
hustling, b*tch i’m trapping, im lit
run up on me, boutta fl!ck triggers
what’s that smell? maybe i done sh*t
gotta smoke to make this sound good
yeah, b*tch, ima real neechie; hood neechie
pay me to give a f*ck now, oops
already on the checklist, too
you the plug? i’m the charger
smoking on my supply, son (yuh)
are you hard? b*tch i’m harder, huh?
all your parents are bums, f*ck, son
need me a cap, need me a double cup
we’re chemicals; meat prisons (huh?)
check the source, check lyrics, you garbage dump
your baby momma f*cked quick bruh
[hook 2:]

yeah, i really love me some drugs
yeah, i really love me some drugs
my step*tata said we drug brothers
boozhoo, miigwetch, get me more drugs
yeah, i really love me some drugs
yeah, i really love me some drugs
slow this down, b*tch boi speed it up
boozhoo, miigwetch, get me more drugs. (i really love—)

[verse 2:]

p*ssin’ you off, b*tch you smell like it
know when you’re high, sativa smoke
b*tch, in this game we on same vibes, b*tch
addictive, it’s just how we cope
water bottle; vodka, pop; lean
b*tch i snort my antidepressants
pop you neechies head if you speak
cut together clips, got bands peasants
you’re on welfare, what the h*ll’s fair?
we are each other, the same atoms
who the h*ll cares? you can’t spell fare;
can’t afford a taxi, no cash, huh?
wrote this whole thing within minutes
bust a nut, sounds like i k!lled you
you ain’t x, you ain’t kendrick, finish ‘em
b*tch, are you also on pills, too?
[hook:]

[hook 2:]

[verse 3:]

watch whatchu say, b*tch, f*ck your pain
he’s my best friend, he said you ain’t sh*t
yeah, b*tch im numb, yeah, b*tch i’m numb
boi, you’d be reduced to a stain, b*tch
you a scammer, you a fake, aye
you lost the game of life; play, aye
music taste sounding the same, aye
you a b*tch boi, ima b*tch, aye
we are not the same, f*ck whatchu think is fame, aye!
faking for clout, b*tch, i rap bout my life
we are not the same, f*ckin’ with hoes you want, stay in your lane
i’m finna swerve like it’s mario kart
your b*tch want me to come by wait
i don’t care, she don’t, pay less say less
snuck an ounce in, lookin like payday
we out here, jus like gta
[hook 2:]

[part 2: brokeboi]

growin’ cannabis outside the community
got an issue? got magazines
turn the page, read you like that, quick; ya puny neechies
thought i seen a bum, nah, i seen my old classmates
they burning buildings because they busted
sachigo; get up off of that jib
get a job, yet it pays to be trusted
not on crack but my bones do, lil b*tch
serpents and toxic sh*t in the water
b*tch, you sensitive and disrespectful
starts in the home, grown like that old trauma
seen a bepsi can burnt, b*tch get a tool
scr*ping resin and asking me? (neechie, broke)
snuck an oz in like that, that quick cheque
that guy sent me nudes, did i ask? (neechie, no)
214 bois sharin’ spit sum sick friends
jumping over fences, they’d send shots
ciggy b*tts in the clip, b*tch, you p*ssy
got fists, come square up, cubed, called me momma
made depression my b*tch; she’s my roomie
she called me mistress misery
more man than your own tata, broke boi
my gf’s asking for more dough, sheesh
told ‘em get your own, o.f. models
they said i work too much, made a group chat
call ‘em all at once, they love the cult
bet you couldn’t ever even do that
scared that broke boi, with my presence, though
guilty, feel like i’m living a lie
when i’m in town they’d follow me (why?)
bro, i’m scared to be alone outside
cocoa to lightskin, collar things. (like)

- lil little

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