Juicy J, Wiz Khalifa & TM88 – Medication Lyrics

Juicy J, Wiz Khalifa & TM88 – Medication Lyrics
Medication
Juicy J, Wiz Khalifa & TM88
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    "Medication." - Juicy J, Wiz Khalifa & TM88

    Album: TGOD Mafia: Rude Awakening
    Track No: 03
    It must be nice
    To roll weed, and ride fancy cars, and shit
    And spend money how you wanna spend it, you know?
    Roll me up a eighth, I need some inspiration
    Pour me up a eighth, I need some  motivation
    Only thing I hate 'bout drugs is the preparation
    I ain't got no patience with my medication
    I ain't got no patience with my medication
    I ain't got no patience with my medication
    I ain't got no patience with my medication
    I ain't got no patience with my medication
    I smoke every day, that's that dedication
    Never sober, always high, that's that levitation
    This shit get me where I'm goin', that's that transportation
    **** try to hold me back, that's that desperation
    This shit go straight to my head, that's that education
    **** askin' all those questions, that's investigation
    Wanna know what my next move? That's anticipation
    Had to cut that bitch off, that's that cancellation
    I was smokin' the day I got off of probation
    I stay rollin' up extendos, bruh, that duplication
    Got so much money in my pocket, I'm a cash station
    Got so much loud in my blunt, this a gas station
    Roll me up a eighth, I need some inspiration
    Pour me up a eighth, I need some motivation
    Only thing I hate 'bout drugs is the preparation
    I ain't got no patience with my medication
    I ain't got no patience with my medication
    I ain't got no patience with my medication
    I ain't got no patience with my medication
    I ain't got no patience with my medication
    Drinkin', no chasin', smokin' that weed, but don't lace it
    Roll up a joint and just face it
    I just be goin' through phases
    Hit your bitch all from the back while I'm pullin' her braids
    ****, we famous
    When I walk into the club, them **** start throwin' the gang up
    Gettin' this paper
    Get to my crib, have relations and never call her again
    I just be ballin', my friend
    Made my own way through the game 'cause I'm smarter than them
    And I go harder than them
    Knew I was great when I ain't have a dollar to spend
    There go that pothead again
    Ain't in the club with you 'less my whole squad gettin' in
    Tattoos all over my body
    Don't fuck with security, know all my real **** got me
    We in the lobby
    Smokin' that weed like I'm Marley
    TM this beat is a problem
    Crazy to think you could stop us
    And, homie, we ain't got no patients 'cause we ain't no doctors
    Used to have weed in my locker
    Now every bitch that you see on my team is a model
    Drinkin' it straight out the bottle
    Goin' so hard, I don't think I'ma wake up tomorrow, the gang
    Roll me up a eighth, I need some inspiration
    Pour me up a eighth, I need some motivation
    Only thing I hate 'bout drugs is the preparation
    I ain't got no patience with my medication
    I ain't got no patience with my medication
    I ain't got no patience with my medication
    I ain't got no patience with my medication
    I ain't got no patience with my medication
    I'm 'bout to smoke me some gas, I'm 'bout to roll me a zip
    I'm 'bout to pour me some drank, nothin' less than two fifths
    I'm 'bout to smack me some ass, shawty gon' get her a tip
    I'm 'bout to go in my stash, I'm 'bout to make me flip
    Roll me up some inspiration
    Pour me up some motivation
    Roll me up some inspiration
    Pour me up some motivation
    Cup full of syrup, no pancakes
    Welcome to my dab game, first 48
    How high can you get? I'm in outer space
    All I smoke is moon rocks and eat crater cake
    White girl thick like mayonnaise
    Trippy stickin' with her ass out
    Dab until I pass out
    Gas mask dabs, shoulda bought it wax on wax
    Fired up propane
    Hash oil for my appetite
    Don't smoke no cocaine
    Top shelf reserve, I don't smoke no-name
    Who got the loud pack?
    Who got the plug on the strong?
    Smokin' them cookies
    I need amber glass to get on
    Who smoke blunts?
    Who smokin' them papers?
    Light them bitches
    Fuck your neighbors

    Writer(s): TM88, Gilbere Forte, God (Rapper), Notorious V.I.C, Wiz Khalifa, Juicy J.

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