Juicy J and K CAMP - All I Need [One Mo Drank]

(All I need is) uh huh, you know what it is
(All I need is)
You ain't gonna trust yo bitch after tonight
Uh huh, I'mma make her whore out

All I need is one more drank
Two more blunts, three more bitches
Four more zips, five more minutes
All I need is one more drank, one more drank
All I need is one more drank, one more drank
All I need is one more drank
Two more blunts, three more bitches
Four more zips, five more minutes
All I need is one more drank, one more drank
All I need is one more drank, one more drank

All I need is one more skank, dirty pussy
Suck my dick scary movie, I let her use me
All in her mouth
My dick in her booty, we all on the couch
The cameras is out
And she say she a virgin, bitch
Shut the fuck uuupp!
I'm 'bout my bread, gettin' throwed
Gettin' blowed
Gettin' trippy, gettin' lit on these hoes
Fuck 'em slow, in my cup, colt 45
High as fuck twenty dab
Hundred for the thousand dollar tab
Conjure my cab

All I need is one more drank
Two more blunts, three more bitches
Four more zips, five more minutes
All I need is one more drank, one more drank
All I need is one more drank, one more drank
All I need is one more drank
Two more blunts, three more bitches
Four more zips, five more minutes
All I need is one more drank, one more drank
All I need is one more drank, one more drank

Look, all she need is one
More shot, that bitch lit, you can tell
Put this package, in yo box, you got mail
Smoke one more, touch that cloud
This that loud
That lil bitch, she get active, she get wild
We turnt up
Too much liquor you can't hold me
Liked her pic, fucked her friend
Now she know me drop my top, out that roof
That's that Rollie
Girl don't play, I'm right here
You gon' show me

All I need is one more drank
Two more blunts, three more bitches
Four more zips, five more minutes
All I need is one more drank, one more drank
All I need is one more drank, one more drank
All I need is one more drank
Two more blunts, three more bitches
Four more zips, five more minutes
All I need is one more drank, one more drank
All I need is one more drank, one more drank

Damn I miss the '90s, yeah shit was wild
We was livin' like rock stars
Droppin' Mystic Styles
Ain't nobody else believe in what
We was puttin' down
Nigga almost homeless trying to get
It off the ground
No support everybody thought we never be shit
Tryna start our own label on
Some Master P shit
Tryna get some distribution majors
Labels ain't feelin' us
Doors slammed in our face
Still ain't givin' up
Still on the grind, still on the rise

Even had to sell my whip
To pay for studio time
Made a name, made some change, got respect
Got some fame now they love our shit
Cuz we made our own lane
Tryna sign everybody
Put some money in their pockets
Had a ball on the rug
Every night we had it poppin'
They ain't hold us down, did it on our own
With our backs on da wall
We put plaques on the wall
Then the problems started picking up
Posse start splitting up
People started switching up
We still not giving up
I love them though, we been through it all
They're my brothers though
Now that's some real shit
We weren't always rich
We didn't have a pot to piss
Hustle harder than a bitch
Slanging records like they bricks
From the ground to the throne
It's been a hell of a trip
Bring me one more drank
While I sit and reminisce

Written by:
Jordan Houston, Kristopher Campbell

Publisher:
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