Flames - Thank God For Drugs lyrics

(hook) Thank god for all of these d**, Thank god for all of these blunts Thank god for all of these s*uts, Thank god for all of these bu*ts Praise lord for all this coke, She sniffing that blow at my shows Then she be she showing the most, she be bouncing for carats, them, bunnies off snow (verse 1) She sniffing that ghost in ghost Look like ghost in the shell when she do it That cain make her able to lose it Losing her soul to that snow, baby grab you a coat, or you lose it Under influences, rapping out all of my fluences Money the language im fluent in Hoes call me baby ain't coo'n em Boyfriends ain't cool with him, Crash in yo b**h she akuing him My presence a present, My time presdential, No need for muthaf**in elections Your b**h in my section, rolling of beans, having fee fi fo fum premonitions Sending up shots gon head send em Never getting the shots, Claim that you sending We picking your hoes as we choose Vending them b**hes Hit snooze Then we be bedding them b**hes (bridge) This the sh** that we on, This the sh** that we on, This the sh** that we on Weed and cups of ptron, Xan with lean plus the coke She giving blows off the blow, Giving blows off the blow Yeah i know she off nose, Smell the line and she on Smell the line and she on, Take a line then she mine (hook) Thank god for all of these d**, Thank god for all of these blunts Thank god for all of these s*uts, Thank god for all of these bu*ts Praise lord for all this coke, She sniffing that blow at my shows Then she be she showing the most, she be bouncing for carats, them, bunnies off snow (bridge) Thank god for all of these d**, Thank god for all of these blunts Thank god for all of these s*uts, Thank god for all of these bu*ts Praise lord for all this coke, She sniffing that blow at my shows Then she be she showing the most, she be bouncing for carats, them, bunnies off snow (verse 2) Can't fit my demons in this backseat, But still i sit And i know that that's your girl, But you see that is my b**h And i know that she your world, Probably make my momma sick Give her a line, Her mind is mine, Talk about how you a b**h Im off the sh**s im off my sh** We on a trip we on a trip Tell her get down to her skin, Tell her get down let us sin Let us pray first, Man i probably made it way worse Won't stick it in yet, Let me get a taste first