Testo Medicine - Gucci Mane, Keri Hilson & Three 6 Mafia
Testo della canzone Medicine (Gucci Mane, Keri Hilson & Three 6 Mafia), tratta dall'album Traps and Trunks Vol 4
DJ Muthaphukkin' Ram
Yo, 3C Mafias
Hypnotize Minds
Gucci Mane
I be your prescription
Come and take a dose of me
Won't you get a dose of me?
You think that I'm your medicine
My medicine
Your medicine
My medicine
Your medicine
You're my medicine
Your medicine
I think I need, I think I need, I think I need my medicine
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Girl, you're something like a Lortab
Something that I gotta have
Ain't about to neglect myself
And check myself into rehab
Your sex is like a Xanax
It's wet, I need a Kleenex
You took off the latex
And made me jump off reflex
I think you got me under hexed
Got me like a head back
You talk about that thing you do
And you do what you do to the vertex
Holding on my pyrex
I'm Bowser, they count on mine
Just like a special thing, baby
You blow my mind
Girl, you're the freshest
Put me to sleep like liquid G
Sue me, you bring out the best of me
Like ecstasy, next to me
You will always be, nothing else compare
Lay you down like air, bounce
Stay on me like wheel and chair
Shawty, you my insulin, baby, you my insulin
I think I need, I think I need, I think I need my medicine
Shawty, you my insulin, baby, you my insulin
I think I need, I think I need, I think I need my medicine
Shawty, you my insulin, baby, you my insulin
I think I need, I think I need, I think I need my medicine
I be your prescription
Come and take a dose of me
Won't you get a dose of me?
You think that I'm your medicine
My medicine
Your medicine
My medicine
Your medicine
You're my medicine
Your medicine
I think I need, I think I need, I think I need my medicine
Gotta get with it, really wanna hit it
So damn big, I know I split it
Stopped at the liquor store, bought me a fifth
And some Magnum rubbers with the XX fitted
Yeah, we party, yeah, we kick it
Throwing out money, some might call tricking
I'm just trying to get rid of this cash
I ain't got a job, I work in the kitchen
Work in the kitchen?
Yeah, I work in the kitchen
I ain't making roads like Kentucky Fried Chicken
I'm like a bakery, whipping these pies
That's how D-Boy make his living
Make his living?
Yeah, making a living
Always in the club, might as well stop pimping
Maybe I'll keep my gig on the low-low
Stop real slow, 'bout two, three women
If you curious, let's get serious
Don't play games and don't act delirious
Fine little thing can make a little change
I don't know about that
I don't know, you're period
We can get cheesing, get your pleasing
You ain't gotta eat the meat, you can be a vegan
Look real sexy, work in the streets and
In the summertime, we call it pimping season
Shawty, you my insulin, baby, you my insulin
I think I need, I think I need, I think I need my medicine
Shawty, you my insulin, baby, you my insulin
I think I need, I think I need, I think I need my medicine
Shawty, you my insulin, baby, you my insulin
I think I need, I think I need, I think I need my medicine
I be your prescription
Come and take a dose of me
Won't you get a dose of me?
You think that I'm your medicine
My medicine
Your medicine
My medicine
Your medicine
You're my medicine
Your medicine
I think I need, I think I need, I think I need my medicine
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Writer(s): Allen Reynolds, Milton Addington
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