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(Icey, I'm so sick of you) I pour a four and it felt like— I pour a four and it felt like molly I pour— huh, ayy I pour a four and it felt like molly Drugs every day, get paid when I'm sleep Hm-hm, ayy, ayy, ayy I pour a four and it felt like Molly Drugs every day, get paid when I'm sleep Tell me you love me, you do or you not Niggas be finished, got nun' to do with me I'm in your city, the drank in the drought She show it off 'cause she got it from me Pretty, I'm sure she gon' figure it out I cut you off, ain't no hearin' you out He got the pints and you send 'em in route I quit the thirties, but doggin' the lean Just nothin' said, but we been rich Fly out, please get French tips Family'll kill you, but that's what it's 'bout I hate to fake it with money and bring it Lean on lean on lean on guns All grown up, but I want more drugs More Wock' some and it's no more fun SongtexteMovin' on E cause you runnin' off love I make the hippies feel safe with the thugs Money for grabs, you questionin' blood They showed it off 'cause they got it from— I pour a four and it felt like Molly I pour a four and it felt like Molly I pour a four and it—, ayy, ayy I pour a four and it felt like Molly, ayy, ayy I pour a four and it felt like Molly Drugs every day, get paid when I'm sleep Tell me you love me, you do or you not Niggas be finished, got nun' to do with me I'm in your city, the drank in the drought She show it off 'cause she got it from me I pour a four and it felt like Molly I pour a four and it felt like Molly (Swear to God, straight syrup) Aus Songtexte Mania