
Right Now Paul Wall & D-Boss
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[Chorus: Paul Wall]
I need drugs in my life, like right now
Some more in my cup, like right now
I need Kush in my blunt, like right now
Bad bitch [?] right now
Right now, right now
I don't want it later, give it to me right now
I'm on it and I know it, I ain't afraid to show it
Pocket full of bread, and I came here to blow it
[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
So bitch get your mind right, Pull out the dropper, so I'm taking something home tonight
Layed up, I be killing
My [?] ain't got no ceelings
I know them boys gon talk down, but for haters I got no feelings
Bread in my pocket, my bitch ain't got no panties
[?] that I met down in Miami
She knew all my partners, so she act like she can't stand me
With her friends [?]
Smoke them at the grammies, I keep them kinda handy
My Chevy sitting slanted, [?] it painted candy
I'm blowing on that Cali, my hand full of skittles
Broads like swishers, I just split them down the middle
[Chorus: Paul Wall]
I need drugs in my life, like right now
Some more in my cup, like right now
I need Kush in my blunt, like right now
Bad bitch [?] right now
Right now, right now
I don't want it later, give it to me right now
I'm on it and I know it, I ain't afraid to show it
Pocket full of bread, and I came here to blow it
I need drugs in my life, like right now
Some more in my cup, like right now
I need Kush in my blunt, like right now
Bad bitch [?] right now
Right now, right now
I don't want it later, give it to me right now
I'm on it and I know it, I ain't afraid to show it
Pocket full of bread, and I came here to blow it
[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
So bitch get your mind right, Pull out the dropper, so I'm taking something home tonight
Layed up, I be killing
My [?] ain't got no ceelings
I know them boys gon talk down, but for haters I got no feelings
Bread in my pocket, my bitch ain't got no panties
[?] that I met down in Miami
She knew all my partners, so she act like she can't stand me
With her friends [?]
Smoke them at the grammies, I keep them kinda handy
My Chevy sitting slanted, [?] it painted candy
I'm blowing on that Cali, my hand full of skittles
Broads like swishers, I just split them down the middle
[Chorus: Paul Wall]
I need drugs in my life, like right now
Some more in my cup, like right now
I need Kush in my blunt, like right now
Bad bitch [?] right now
Right now, right now
I don't want it later, give it to me right now
I'm on it and I know it, I ain't afraid to show it
Pocket full of bread, and I came here to blow it
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