A Boogie wit da Hoodie - Love Drugs and Sex Lyrics

Love Drugs and *** Lyrics by A Boogie wit da Hoodie

[A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
All that we know is the logos and HB
The Glock got no safety, don’t face me, I do it
Please do not push me, you think that I’m ***?
I got too much to lose, *** don’t make me lose it
I can’t be trusting no ***, is you stupid?
I came with a shooter, he came with a Ruger
I just seen one of my bros on the news
I can’t call him no more, he respect why I do it
I’m in the big body Benz with my friends
And it look like we just hit a lick off the jeweler
Look like a *** boy, I hop out a Rolls
They taking my flows like I said they can use it
Dirty Diana, I’m pushing a Phantom
I know that they wanna see me in a Buick
Me and my brethren is twenty-one deep, you see gang in the shows like they don’t know my music
*** all them *** that shitted on me when I didn’t have money
You *** so stupid
I’m from the trenches where niggas get hit for nothing
You better get on your bully
Niggas be acting so tough
You can front if you want
Got some *** that could knock down a bully
Niggas be talking the police
You don’t even know me
You only here listening to music

[A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Talking to the feds is a no-no
I can get bread with my eyes closed
Insecure, so she got lipo
VVSs on me, that’s a light show
Hizzy get litty like a light show
*** I’m litty like a light show
If it’s ’bout money, I’ma go-go
But the-, yo, she a ho-ho

[A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Too addicted, hard to stop it
Fell in love with Saint Laurent ***
Louis luggage this is marvelous
Flyest ***’s out the Bronx yeah
And we come straight from Highbridge
I sleep good, don’t wanna die yet
Don’t get caught up in my projects
I don’t need no yes men ’round me
Talking about lets get fleet-fleet
Come around tryna get tree-tree
Popping on pills with the bean-bean
Rolling through the hills off the lean-lean
Don’t hate me, just love me
Melody *** she need me
Don’t need kisses through the TV
Look at me now I’m beasty
I’m beasty, I’m beasty, too OD, I’m beasty
*** I cut her off easy
Word to my mother, I’m beasty, I’m beasty
Saint Laurent sweater cost three Gs
*** on the bro, just to meet me
Okay you would eat her like E-E