| Yeah yeah
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| I’m drunk as fuck, bitch hold me close, yeah yeah
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| I pull up, she catch the holy ghost, yeah yeah
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| I’m too dope, bitch overdose, yeah yeah
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| See I’m the one she want, do the most, yeah yeah
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| Yeah yeah
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| See I pull up so fucking player
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| They want to see, bitch is putting twist in my hair
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| If I had it, yeah, yeah yeah
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| Smoke it up till it ain’t none left
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| Got rachet hoes to my right, got freak hoes to my left
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| Like yeah, it’s mega pain in this bitch
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| It don’t get much more Decatur than this
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| More Decatur than this, bet you can’t get much more faded than this
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| Seventeen minutes ago, she took a dose
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| Now that the feelings arrived, now we both in the zone
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| We feeling the vibe
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| Right here, right here
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| 20 bottles over here
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| Fireworks right here
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| Right here, right here
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| Watch your girl over here
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| Young player right here
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| Right here, right here
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| Got the whole club looking, tryna get right here
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| Right here, right here
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| Right here, right here
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| Pull up to the club on Forgi’s, with a bad bitch and my homies
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| Hop out feeling like an OG, got my screw face on like emojis
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| Walk in the bitch, I’m creasing, hundred bottles every weekend
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| After the club we freaking, my girl like girls, Latifah
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| All up in the club smoking weed, fuck security
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| Girl better turn back off them lights, in here 20 deep
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| Sipping Hennessey, give a fuck if we wrong or right
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| Tell a nigga hold that, hundred dollar tip, I can blow that
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| This your girlfriend, she gon blow that
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| Wipe it off on her like a doormat
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| All my niggas, all my niggas little bitches fuck
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| All my bitches, all my bitches for sure gon fuck
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| We ain’t cuffing hoes, we pass em
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| She need a ride, I call a taxi
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| Do I give a fuck, just ask me
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| Said no, and started laughing |