Lyrics:
Junkies
Junkies
Junkies
Junkies
Junkies
Junkies
Junkies
Junkies
Junkies
Junkies
Junkies
Junkies
They stealing our leaders
They stealing our teachers
Punk junkies from New York, punk junkies from New York
Punk junkies from New York show me what to wear
Punk junkies from New York, punk junkies from
Junky Creep, Junky Creep, Motherfucking Junky Creep
Bitch, your css have a Fucking Cabby. Bro would Should to Eat
Junky Creep, Junky Creep,
Gold junkies
Gold junkies
Gold junkies
Gold junkies
All we do is fighting, day and night
Embracing that glory light
Burning a path through
Gold junkies
Gold junkies
Gold junkies
Gold junkies
All we do is fighting, day and night
Embracing that glory light
Burning a path through
screaming
But mi never pay dem attention
She said mi move so comfortable and fearless
Pon the street like a Zorokpome Junky
Junky, Zorokpome Junky
Non
a show
I could go flex on your hoe
I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door
I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door
I be
Junky makaki
Junky makaki
Junky makaki
Junky makaki
Junky makaki
Junky makaki
Junky makaki
Junky makaki
Я курю гашиш
Люблю много шиш
Завулканил шину
She want the Money
She Want the Money baby
Let's Go
She want the Money
Bankroll Junky Bankroll Junky
Bankroll
Bankroll Junky she want a nigga with
The junky needs the dealer the dealer needs the junky
The junky needs the dealer the dealer needs the junky
The junky needs the dealer the dealer
junkies cause they runnin' off with our crack
Niggas killin' junkies cause they runnin' off with our crack
Niggas killin' junkies cause they runnin' off
'Bout to go to the jeweler, call up TV Johnny
Want Takeoff to do a show?
Gon' cost some TV money
I know junkies in the street selling DVDs
Mp3's, I know
the world I’m zombie
Lost in the world I’m zombie
For the love I’m junky
For the love I’m junky
By my own I’m lonely
Lost in the world I’m zombie
By my own
dukes how she leave the kid
Sip dat cup dat dirty shit
Sip dat cup dat dirty shit
Junkies need some love too
Junkies need some love too
Junkies need some
Something for the addicts, something for the users
Something for the junkies and the substance abusers
Something for the car washers, something for
a bank account
Junkies goin' in, junkies goin' out
Made a hundred thou' in my trap house
Money kinda short but we can work it out
Made a hundred
Suburban junky lady (lady)
Left all alone by her shoppin' cart (shoppin' cart)
Suburban junky lady (lady)
Left all alone in the parkin' lot
Member I was bummy
Now hoes wanna pay to fuck me
Pluck you out my life
Pulling strings bitch I'm funky
Bout to blow without my niggas
I sound like a junky
banza woteh) wose Maelie
But wi stay cool , control y33gye y3re Maili
Mebu wono Junky , y3re Dizzy.
My fans dem know since the ages .
Wabr3 na wanya
arms
We tie off each other
And suffocate our love
Rabbits and junkies
That's what we are
And I don't know who you are
I just watched you from afar
We're
reminiscing, 'bout this dope boy glories (what)
Rich ass junkie, rich ass junkie
I'm trappin' out the law, serving rich ass junkies
Rich ass junkie, rich
the floor!
Are we just junkies for fame?
Because it burns in our,
Brains when we wake up,
That we need it to stay up.
You know I like it,
I've always been
Niggas killin' junkies cause they runnin' off with our crack
Niggas killin' junkies cause they runnin' off with our crack
Niggas killin' junkies cause they
a bank account
Junkies going in junkies going out
Made a hundred thousand in my trap house
Money kinda short but we can work it out
Made a hundred
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