Drugs Like You Songtext

von Gucci Mane

My name is Gucci
I drink lean, take pills, smoke weed
Hey man

I smoke an ounce of some shit I couldn't even pronounce
Since I can't say it right now I'm just gon call it that loud
I think I'm Rick James, I pass that shit to the crowd
I think I'm George Clear, cause I'm high and I'm proud
I think I'm Michael Jackson, my doctor give me the scripts
I got my own pharmacy, your prescription get filled
Who want a percocet? Who want a laura tab?
Who want some clean molly? You want some oxycodeine?
Oh you's a drug user? Man you know Gucci got it
They call me Gucci Gouger, if I don't got it, find it
I got that rock abs, eat up the stomach lining
She got a titty ring, I got that nose candy
She eat pockets the back to back like they was Jolly Ranchers
And those Vercaci jeans she wear look like they body painted
She went to rehab, she bout to relapse
You know I leave it dry, man I don't need cash
On on the E way, I'm in the V12
I got that molly sitting I'm on the beach with seashells
Ain't you a rapper Gucci? Why you got three scales?
Man I don't e-mail, Gucci mail bails

What kind drugs you like? What kind of drugs you like?
She said her man don't love her right, what kind of drugs you like?
What kind drugs you like? What kind of drugs you like?
She said her man don't love her right, what kind of drugs you like?
What kind drugs you like? What kind of drugs you like?
We in the club, we high on drugs tonight
What kind drugs you like? What kind of drugs you like?
She said her man don't love her right, we high on drugs tonight

One too many drugs got me fucked up
I got down to four drugs all in one cup
Styrofoam cup, it cost me like a hundred bucks
Five hundred dollars every time I'm pulling up
Three hundred dollar blunts when I'm rolling up
I spent twenty five hundred and he had my lunch
OG kush on break before a champion, my morning junk
Promenthazyne on every thing, gon pour lean on my Captain Crunch
Let's no much, not sober once, which one y'all wanna have some fun?
Get you some, on your tongue, need a little.
Plan to get you high, that's that shit that Jimi Hendrix on
Smoking cronic, me and Snoop Lion need to get you some
Clean bricks how we mix we some, lick five hit had more than one
Syrup I get grind up on but then my mouth is frowned upon
He say he on cloud nine but I don't know what cloud I'm on
It's Gucci man, no roster mess, someone please roll the ganja, man

What kind drugs you like? What kind of drugs you like?
She said her man don't love her right, what kind of drugs you like?
What kind drugs you like? What kind of drugs you like?
She said her man don't love her right, what kind of drugs you like?
What kind drugs you like? What kind of drugs you like?
We in the club, we high on drugs tonight
What kind drugs you like? What kind of drugs you like?
She said her man don't love her right, we high on drugs tonight