| For my southern, for my southern homie
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| One more gain
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| So we take another shot
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| To take the edge off life
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| And then we roll another one
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| Make it feel no more
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| Prepared for the worst, it’s back in the best
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| I said I’m like juice, ahead of the rest
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| I need a s, s on my chest
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| These niggas lame, made me the l on my neck
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| Looser, you are such a loser
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| Pull up in that rooster, you in that pt cruiser
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| Watch over that lucid, your girl such a chooser
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| She be with the crew before you even introduce her
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| Yea, I’m on that next level
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| You, you have no clue sir
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| This is what I do, I’m faded and I’m too turnt
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| Living life like a highlight
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| Your life like a blooper
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| Every verse edge and take mine too, cause truth hurt
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| So we take another shot
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| To take the edge off life
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| And then we roll another one
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| Make it feel alright
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| Lost in the moment, lost in the party one more time
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| So we roll another one
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| Make it feel alright
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| Yea, who that who that'
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| Me, I do that do that
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| Let them doors up, call that where’s you roulette
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| Don’t touch nothing in my whip
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| Who’s that' you can’t move that
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| Any city I’m right there wherever I put my booty
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| My roof back, my coupe black, my soup lack
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| My lute back, I re-up that loo pack
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| My new hat, I threw that
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| My gun serves me 2 pack
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| I crowd surf and don’t snatch my shoe back
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| True immaculates (alright), too extravagant (alright)
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| Shittin on your whole life, sue me after this
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| I said true immaculates (alright), too extravagant (alright)
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| I never miss a country cause I’m usually mackin
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| So we take another shot
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| To take the edge off life
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| And then we roll another one
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| Make it feel alright
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| Lost in the moment, lost in the party one more time
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| So we roll another one
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| Make it feel alright |