J Dot. & BOSSMANPERRY100 - Off Deez Drugz

Hey
Ha
Girl let me tell you how I really feel, looking in the mirror
Trying to figure out if you really real, if tonight I'm off them Percocets
And I know how you feel, when I'm off of these drugs
You fell in love with a killa, you fell in love with a thug
Father God showed me who really real, who really cares
Spent seven thousand on glasses, they Cartier
I had to get my vision clear, I'm looking in my rear
I'm riding with this carbon 9, and I don't really care
I'm fuckin a bad bitch like every other night
I just mix the codeine in with the Sprite
I hopped out my feelings, then I hopped right on a flight
Spent 10 thousand on a Rollie nigga and that's light
Girl let me tell you how I really feel, looking in the mirror
Trying to figure out if you really real, tonight I'm off them Percocets
And I know how you feel, when I'm off of these drugs
You fell in love with a killa, you fell in love with a thug
Girl let me tell you how I really feel, looking in the mirror
Trying to figure out if you really real, tonight I'm off them Percocets
And I know how you feel, when I'm off of these drugs
You fell in love with a killa, you fell in love with a thug
I fell in love with this pretty bitch, high class, yeah this lil' saditty bitch
This bitch let me put my Glock in her purse
Always love me at my best and still love me at my worst
But I just don't love you more than this perk, you hurt
Kurt Angle how I wrestle to work
Should've played baseball how we post on the first
I ain't wanna shoot nobody, niggas clapped at me first
So the only thing I gave that fuck nigga is a herse, it hurt
Girl let me tell you how I really feel, looking in the mirror
Trying to figure out if you really real, tonight I'm off them Percocets
And I know how you feel, when I'm off of these drugs
You fell in love with a killa, you fell in love with a thug
Girl let me tell you how I really feel, looking in the mirror
Trying to figure out if you really real, tonight I'm off them Percocets
And I know how you feel, when I'm off of these drugs
You fell in love with a killa, you fell in love with a thug
I really wish this world was perfect
Wouldn't be this person
Money to pay for all these services
Wouldn't be so urgent
Got me think bout popping perkys
But I don't pop perkys
I pop beans, stay up to hustle
That shit might be worser
I wish that I could get my bitch
And go buy her purses
But I got her when I get rich
Man my bitch deserve it
But my lights just got cut off
I'm outside with a purpose
18 ounces on my person
That shit got me nervous
First of the month
So you know the police out here lurking
I got my gun
In case I got a pop someone when I'm serving
Riding through the city
Make sure I ain't swerving
I got a Audi
So the police is thirsty to search it
Ain't no smoking in my car
Man that's over like curtains
They won't get no probable cause
They gone need a warrant
Shit I'm the one that chose this life
I ain't gone cry about it
Watch what you do to others
You might die bout it
A-8, a big bitch, she a wide body
My kids can ask me any question
I ain't gone lie about it
Kaylee you my concrete rose
Hope you know that, daddy got your back
On my soul, I be dreaming
Wishing we can go back
Be with y'all them 8 years
Would've given it all back
Take a polygraph
You probably believing I'm all cap
I know whoever brought you in this world
Should treat you perfect
I learned sometimes
That they the ones that do you worsest
Took my name off both of yoll birth certificates hurt me
I don't fuck with who don't fuck with me
Man what's the purpose
Family tried to clown me like a circus
I'm signing off
Sincerely
Put that in cursive
Girl let me tell you how I really feel, looking in the mirror
Trying to figure out if you really real, tonight I'm off them Percocets
And I know how you feel, when I'm off of these drugs
You fell in love with a killa, you fell in love with a thug
Girl let me tell you how I really feel, looking in the mirror
Trying to figure out if you really real, tonight I'm off them Percocets
And I know how you feel, when I'm off of these drugs
You fell in love with a killa, you fell in love with a thug
Fell in love with a thug
Baby you in love with a thug
Aye ee aye ee, Aye ee aye ee
Hold me down though, baby hold me down though

Written by:
Derek Brantley, Jrome Scott

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