Juicy J Feat. K Camp - All I Need (One More Drank) (Prod. By Big Fruit) | Текст песни

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[Intro: Juicy J]
(All I need is)
Uh huh, you know what it is
(All I need is)
You ain't gonna trust yo bitch after tonight
Uh huh, I'mma make her whore out

[Hook x2: K. Camp]
All I need is one more drank
Two more blunts, three more bitches
Four more zips, five more minutes
All I need is one more drank, one more drank
All I need is one more drank, one more drank

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
All I need is one more skank, dirty pussy, suck my dick
Scary movie, I let her use me, all in her mouth
My dick in her booty, we all on the couch, the cameras is out
And she say she a virgin, bitch, shut the fuck uuupp!
I'm 'bout my bread, gettin' throwed, gettin' blowed
Gettin' trippy, gettin' lit on these hoes
Fuck 'em slow, in my cup, colt 45, high as fuck
Twenty dab, hundred for the thousand dollar tab
Conjure my cab

[Hook x2: K. Camp]
All I need is one more drank
Two more blunts, three more bitches
Four more zips, five more minutes
All I need is one more drank, one more drank
All I need is one more drank, one more drank

[Verse 2: K. Camp]
Look, all she need is one more shot, that bitch lit, you can tell
Put this package, in yo box, you got mail
Smoke one more, touch that cloud, this that loud
That lil bitch, she get active, she get wild
We turnt up, too much liquor you can't hold me
Liked her pic, fucked her friend, now she know me
Drop my top, out that roof, that's that Rollie
Girl don't play, I'm right here, you gon' show me

[Hook x2: K. Camp]
All I need is one more drank
Two more blunts, three more bitches
Four more zips, five more minutes
All I need is one more drank, one more drank
All I need is one more drank, one more drank

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Damn i miss the 90’s
Yeah shit was wild
We was livin like rockstars dropping misty styles
Aint nobody else believed in what we was puttin down
Nigga almost homeless tryna get it off the ground
No support
Everybody thought we’d never be shit
Tryna start our own label on some Master P shit
Tryna get some distribution
Major labels aint feelin us
Door slammed in our face, still aint givin up
Still on the grind, still on the rise
Even had to sell my whip to pay for studio time
Made a name, made some change, got respect, got some fame
Now they love our shit cause we made our own lane
Tryna sign everybody, put some money in they pockets
Had a ball on the road, every night we had it poppin
They aint hold us down
Did it on our own
With our backs on the wall, we put plaques on the wall
Then the problems start pickin’ up
Possies start splittin up
People started switchin’ up
We still not givin’ up
I love em though
We’ve been through it all, they my brothers though
And that’s some real shit
We wasn’t always rich
We didn’t have a pot to piss
Hustle harder than a bitch
Slangin records like they bricks
From the ground to the grawl?
Its been a hell of a trip
Bring me one more drank while I sit and reminisce

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