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M.D.M.A

(álbum: Young Kingz - 2013)


Drugs, money, alcohol

All she wants is more drugs money, alcohol
Drugs money, alcohol
Drugs money, alcohol, and she down to go
All she wants is more drugs money, alcohol
Drugs money, alcohol
Drugs money, alcohol, and she down to go
All she wants is more drugs money, alcohol
Drugs money, alcohol
Drugs money, alcohol, and she down to go
All she wants is more drugs money, alcohol
Drugs money, alcohol
Drugs money, alcohol, and she down to go
All she wants is more

That's your girlfriend phoning again
Tell her give me that postcode
Thinkin bout the time she was soaked in my bed
To Casey and Jojo
I'ma come round, get both of your friends
She said YOLO
I said If one more bitch say YOLO again
I'ma go loco
Man get vexed when they finding out that I
Pressed their ex like Simon Cowell
She pissed that I never take her for dinner
So, hoe, this ain't China Town
Stick it in and out
Give her the wood
But I ain't tryna stick around
Think you're the man, homie?
I got your chick in my flat listening to house
Course I'm a boss
And that's no joke
Now we performing in yachts
I'm a show boat
Sick whips, fast cars
Got your BM whipped, that's karma
Stunt on the old hoe like ha ha
Ha

All she wants is more drugs money, alcohol
Drugs money, alcohol
Drugs money, alcohol, and she down to go
All she wants is more drugs money, alcohol
Drugs money, alcohol
Drugs money, alcohol, and she down to go
All she wants is more drugs money, alcohol
Drugs money, alcohol
Drugs money, alcohol, and she down to go
All she wants is more drugs money, alcohol
Drugs money, alcohol
Drugs money, alcohol, and she down to go
All she wants is more

They talk the talk
But I walk it
Give her the pad till I'm exhausted
Same girl from yesterday
What's your number, lemme get your name
But I know if I don't get Esther now
I predict that imma get estimates
She dress to kill, it's a funeral
When I give her the beat, it's a musical
She got a big bum, she give me booty calls
(Phone Ringing, Hello?)
With a hot ting when I roll through ends
With my fuck buddy singing "No New Friends"
We sleep together, no early nights
Now I'm tryna get brain, I got a dirty mind
She boozed up, she want more candy
That's more Mandy
Now I'm at the bar
With Monica, getting more brain
She in jail when she text me
Coz this BM don't want her ex free
She love the fact I do music
'Cause her baby-fathers some deadbeat

All she wants is more drugs money, alcohol
Drugs money, alcohol
Drugs money, alcohol, and she down to go
All she wants is more drugs money, alcohol
Drugs money, alcohol
Drugs money, alcohol, and she down to go
All she wants is more drugs money, alcohol
Drugs money, alcohol
Drugs money, alcohol, and she down to go
All she wants is more drugs money, alcohol
Drugs money, alcohol
Drugs money, alcohol, and she down to go
All she wants is more

Rock and roll like a boulder
Yeah
Four bad bitches in a motor
Yeah
Three more one in the one behind
And I come a long way there over
Yeah, they on their way to mine
Like a bunch of gold diggers
But nah, man, they just regular hoes
They fucking rich niggas and broke niggas
They just want more, more, more, more, more
More drugs money, more alcohol
That's why all my bitches love me
Wanna get high, bitch, I got fuckin hoes
She loves lines like a writer
Ain't got a job but she's tryna get higher
Shouts out to the nigga that'll wife her
Like apple, you'll find me inside her
Now I see why mumzy moans
When I go to call your home
'Cause I'm flying from fucking and ducking and leaving more angry birds than my phone

All she wants is more drugs, money, alcohol

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