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Drugs (feat. Seaan) Video (MV)




Performed By: Riccy Runtz
Language: English
Length: 2:35
Written by: Sean Win, Riccy Runtz




Riccy Runtz - Drugs (feat. Seaan) Lyrics




(Phew!)
(Ouu, ouu, mmn)

With my slime, with my slatt
Hurt my brother, watch his back
You would never get me back, I'm off these drugs
You would never get me back, lost my love
Remember when my excuse was, "Just because"

Uh

Off of that perc today
Got rich without no job, bitch, I don't want go to work today
You lil niggas kids to me, I told a f*ck nigga, "Stay in your place"
Your hoe want have kids with me, I told the hoe, "Get the f*ck out my face"

Like, BB clean them dracos
She do what I say so
Up that bitch, you lay low
Nigga, we got sticks, like Halo

Catch a opp, that's case closed
Bitch, these bullets get your face gon'
Bitch, you is why I hate hoes
Don't know why you text my damn phone

Cause, I got hoes, got plenty of 'em
These niggas be gay, undercover
I do this for my f*ckin' mother
It's still free Dee, I miss my f*ckin' brother

It's free Dee, I miss my brother
He gon' push up with that cutter
My gang sliding for each other, yo' gang gone be 6 feet under

(Yeah)

Bitch, I'm too addicted to these percies
I just laugh at 'em, huh, when that boy say he gon' hurt me

Like, where that bag at?
We get right back
Pockets fat, so I'm saggin', no, my momma do not like that

I got big racks
Nigga, get yo' get back for bro
He just gon' sit back
My niggas put tag on yo' toe

No, we not with that
Tryna walk down, take yo' dome
Don't know where yo' bitch at, if she look, then I'm gon' take yo' hoe

Nigga, wassam? What you on?
I don't go nowhere without my woe
I got this dirty hoe calling my phone
Why you want beef bout a bitch, like, bro?

I just popped two percs, not Tylenol
Give a f*ck who like me, I don't like none of y'all
I'm makin' every shot with that ball
I bet not catch you at that mall

Standin' on business, I stand too tall
I'm not really f*ckin' with none of y'all
I got the pack shoppin'
I wanna touch yo' body

She leavin' me lone, I don't like it
Nigga bet not play with my bitch
Tryna understand, it make no sense
All my get back gon' get get

You ain't know we turn boys to licks?
I'm goin' up, give a f*ck what he talkin' bout, nigga don't even be talkin' bout shit
All these bitches I hit on my list

Killin' for my brother, long live 10
It ain't money, you ain't talkin' bout shit
I got these bad hoes on my dick
I wanna f*ck all of these women
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(Phew!)
(Ouu, ouu, mmn)

With my slime, with my slatt
Hurt my brother, watch his back
You would never get me back, I'm off these drugs
You would never get me back, lost my love
Remember when my excuse was, "Just because"

Uh

Off of that perc today
Got rich without no job, bitch, I don't want go to work today
You lil niggas kids to me, I told a f*ck nigga, "Stay in your place"
Your hoe want have kids with me, I told the hoe, "Get the f*ck out my face"

Like, BB clean them dracos
She do what I say so
Up that bitch, you lay low
Nigga, we got sticks, like Halo

Catch a opp, that's case closed
Bitch, these bullets get your face gon'
Bitch, you is why I hate hoes
Don't know why you text my damn phone

Cause, I got hoes, got plenty of 'em
These niggas be gay, undercover
I do this for my f*ckin' mother
It's still free Dee, I miss my f*ckin' brother

It's free Dee, I miss my brother
He gon' push up with that cutter
My gang sliding for each other, yo' gang gone be 6 feet under

(Yeah)

Bitch, I'm too addicted to these percies
I just laugh at 'em, huh, when that boy say he gon' hurt me

Like, where that bag at?
We get right back
Pockets fat, so I'm saggin', no, my momma do not like that

I got big racks
Nigga, get yo' get back for bro
He just gon' sit back
My niggas put tag on yo' toe

No, we not with that
Tryna walk down, take yo' dome
Don't know where yo' bitch at, if she look, then I'm gon' take yo' hoe

Nigga, wassam? What you on?
I don't go nowhere without my woe
I got this dirty hoe calling my phone
Why you want beef bout a bitch, like, bro?

I just popped two percs, not Tylenol
Give a f*ck who like me, I don't like none of y'all
I'm makin' every shot with that ball
I bet not catch you at that mall

Standin' on business, I stand too tall
I'm not really f*ckin' with none of y'all
I got the pack shoppin'
I wanna touch yo' body

She leavin' me lone, I don't like it
Nigga bet not play with my bitch
Tryna understand, it make no sense
All my get back gon' get get

You ain't know we turn boys to licks?
I'm goin' up, give a f*ck what he talkin' bout, nigga don't even be talkin' bout shit
All these bitches I hit on my list

Killin' for my brother, long live 10
It ain't money, you ain't talkin' bout shit
I got these bad hoes on my dick
I wanna f*ck all of these women
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