Meds (Explicit)
Ybs Skola, Lil Skies"Meds (Explicit)" is a song by Ybs Skola, Lil Skies, released in 2018 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:53 long and contains 101 lines and 641 words.
Lyrics
0:13King Midas
0:15Streets so sad
0:16Ride around town thinkin' 'bout my homie
0:19I need that bag
0:20Got that case a n***a try to get up on me
0:22Stop draggin' my swag
0:24Keep the campaign going I deserve a trophy
0:26Long live up next
0:27Now I gotta do it all on my lonely
0:30How they gon' try to compare us
0:31How
0:31I hang with ballers and players
0:33Style
0:33I could've been in the feds
0:35Gone
0:35If I wasn't sitting on some bread
0:36Some bread
0:37But I'm in the house with the money piling
0:38With money
0:39Come here lil' b***h give me head
0:40Give me head
0:40She huffin' and puffin' 'bout baby bottles
0:42Shut up
0:42Baby I need all my meds yeah
0:44How they gon' try to compare us yeah
0:46I hang with ballers and players ball
0:48I could've been in the feds mall
0:50If I wasn't sitting on some bread woo
0:51But I'm in the house with the money piling
0:53Come here lil' b***h give me head
0:55She huffin' and puffin' 'bout baby bottles
0:57But baby I need all my meds
1:01Baby I need all my meds
1:04Baby I need all my meds
1:06I'm in the house with the money piling
1:08Come here lil' b***h give me head
1:10She huffin' and puffin' 'bout baby bottles
1:11But baby I need all my meds
1:13Wipe off the whips with the rag
1:15Skrrt
1:15We got bikes we forgot in the shed
1:16Forgot
1:17Pour up lean and I sip I don't share lean
1:19Fully loaded I'm comin' prepared yeah
1:20You'd rather sit 'round and hate
1:22But I'd rather go get to that bread
1:24For sure
1:24You'd rather go on a date
1:26I'd just rather count money instead
1:27Count dough
1:28How you don't know what to wear how
1:29I like for n***as to stare stare
1:31How her a*s touching her hair wow
1:33But I do not like to share nah
1:35We walk around at the fair yeah
1:37N***as is turnin' they heads yeah
1:39Can't wait to get in the crib crib
1:40Why I thank God in the Benz yeah
1:42How they gon' try to compare us how
1:44I hang with ballers and players ball
1:46I could've been in the feds mall
1:48If I wasn't sitting on some bread woo
1:50But I'm in the house with the money piling
1:51Come here lil' b***h give me head
1:53She huffin' and puffin' 'bout baby bottles
1:55But baby I need all my meds
1:59Baby I need all my meds
2:02Baby I need all my meds
2:04I'm in the house with the money piling
2:06Come here lil' b***h give me head
2:08She huffin' and puffin' 'bout baby bottles
2:10But baby I need all my meds
2:12Baby I need all my meds
2:13Got blue hundreds
2:14I'm stacking this bread cash
2:15All this drank got me wakin' up late
2:16Up late
2:17I got thirty racks stashed by the bed bed
2:19Your girlfriend wanna go on a date
2:20A date
2:20We in traffic she givin' me head me head
2:22I'm a boss I put you in your place your place
2:24Better watch what you say I ain't playin'
2:25I ain't playin'
2:26You my brother I ride for my mans my mans
2:28You stayed down and you stuck to the plan
2:29I got you when you stuck in a jam a jam
2:31Ride or die when it comes to the fam fam
2:33Takin' pictures
2:33I shine when the lights off
2:35She wanna know what my chain cost
2:37VVS teeth when I floss
2:39Takin' wins can't take a loss
2:40All this money probably need a vault
2:42You doin' bad and it's not my fault
2:44They hatin' on you when you do good
2:46I'm doing me just as I should
2:48I really wish a p***y n***a would
2:49Me and Skola we in your hood
2:51Double cup and a backwood
2:53We live a life that you wish you could
King Midas Streets so sad Ride around town thinkin' 'bout my homie I need that bag Got that case a n***a try to get up on me Stop draggin' my swag Keep the campaign going I deserve a trophy Long live up next Now I gotta do it all on my lonely How they gon' try to compare us How I hang with ballers and players Style I could've been in the feds Gone If I wasn't sitting on some bread Some bread But I'm in the house with the money piling With money Come here lil' b***h give me head Give me head She huffin' and puffin' 'bout baby bottles Shut up Baby I need all my meds yeah How they gon' try to compare us yeah I hang with ballers and players ball I could've been in the feds mall If I wasn't sitting on some bread woo But I'm in the house with the money piling Come here lil' b***h give me head She huffin' and puffin' 'bout baby bottles But baby I need all my meds Baby I need all my meds Baby I need all my meds I'm in the house with the money piling Come here lil' b***h give me head She huffin' and puffin' 'bout baby bottles But baby I need all my meds Wipe off the whips with the rag Skrrt We got bikes we forgot in the shed Forgot Pour up lean and I sip I don't share lean Fully loaded I'm comin' prepared yeah You'd rather sit 'round and hate But I'd rather go get to that bread For sure You'd rather go on a date I'd just rather count money instead Count dough How you don't know what to wear how I like for n***as to stare stare How her a*s touching her hair wow But I do not like to share nah We walk around at the fair yeah N***as is turnin' they heads yeah Can't wait to get in the crib crib Why I thank God in the Benz yeah How they gon' try to compare us how I hang with ballers and players ball I could've been in the feds mall If I wasn't sitting on some bread woo But I'm in the house with the money piling Come here lil' b***h give me head She huffin' and puffin' 'bout baby bottles But baby I need all my meds Baby I need all my meds Baby I need all my meds I'm in the house with the money piling Come here lil' b***h give me head She huffin' and puffin' 'bout baby bottles But baby I need all my meds Baby I need all my meds Got blue hundreds I'm stacking this bread cash All this drank got me wakin' up late Up late I got thirty racks stashed by the bed bed Your girlfriend wanna go on a date A date We in traffic she givin' me head me head I'm a boss I put you in your place your place Better watch what you say I ain't playin' I ain't playin' You my brother I ride for my mans my mans You stayed down and you stuck to the plan I got you when you stuck in a jam a jam Ride or die when it comes to the fam fam Takin' pictures I shine when the lights off She wanna know what my chain cost VVS teeth when I floss Takin' wins can't take a loss All this money probably need a vault You doin' bad and it's not my fault They hatin' on you when you do good I'm doing me just as I should I really wish a p***y n***a would Me and Skola we in your hood Double cup and a backwood We live a life that you wish you could
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