| Pass that blunt, pass that drough
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| Roll it up and homie you already know
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| I think, I think I’m high
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| I think, I think I’m high
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| Pass that Jag, with that coke
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| Drink it up and homie you already know
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| I don’t think I can’t drive
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| I don’t think I can’t drive
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| Yeah I’m in that back seat smokin'
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| And hell no, I can’t see, I ain’t focus
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| And I’m all in my vibe, don’t fuck up my zone
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| I don’t think I can drive and I wanna go home
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| You’ll be lookin' at a player, baby girl come here
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| The time when they close all the doors gettin' near
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| Focus over there cause the drough’s over here
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| You know how we gon' be do it,
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| So much goes, so you know we don’t care
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| So fuck it if the broke nigga throw it in the air
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| These hoes gettin' gone on everywhere
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| I ain’t gotta dip, she’ll give me
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| Yeah, you know that’s all gangsta
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| MGs and crankin' them bangers
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| Young Cash, break up
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| I finna get a, homie I be right back
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| Pass that blunt, pass that drough
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| Roll it up and homie you already know
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| I think, I think I’m high
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| I think, I think I’m high
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| Pass that Jag, with that coke
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| Drink it up and homie you already know
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| I don’t think I can’t drive
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| I don’t think I can’t drive
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| Purple kush, I love that taste
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| Hold up dawg, can’t feel my face
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| Y’all be talkin' real slow like
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| For an hour, I been stuck right here in the same place
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| I’m so gone, high off that drough
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| So high, I can grab God by the toe
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| But thank God that I get for the low
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| I’m addicted to the good, you
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| Give me a bottle and a motherfuckin' cup, dawg
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| Hennessey straight, our pants fucked up dawg
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| Another shot of Patron, then it’s on
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| Somebody gotta finna get it at my home
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| I’m fucked up, fuck
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| Tight, like the rubber wrapped around my
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| We party all night, fuck going home
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| And if you ain’t fuck nothin', better fuck with
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| Pass that blunt, pass that drough
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| Roll it up and homie you already know
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| I think, I think I’m high
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| I think, I think I’m high
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| Pass that Jag, with that coke
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| Drink it up and homie you already know
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| I don’t think I can’t drive
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| I don’t think I can’t drive
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| My folk wanna roll some drough
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| But oh no, I don’t wanna smoke no more because
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| I think, I think I’m high
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| I think, I think I’m high
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| She wanna go home with me
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| But oh no, I don’t think I’m gonna leave because
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| I don’t think I can’t drive
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| I don’t think I can’t drive
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| Pass that blunt, pass that drough
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| Roll it up and homie you already know
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| I think, I think I’m high
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| I think, I think I’m high
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| Pass that Jag, with that coke
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| Drink it up and homie you already know
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| I don’t think I can’t drive
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| I don’t think I can’t drive
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| Pass that blunt, pass that drough
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| Roll it up and homie you already know
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| I think, I think I’m high
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| I think, I think I’m high
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| Pass that Jag, with that coke
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| Drink it up and homie you already know
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| I don’t think I can’t drive
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| I don’t think I can’t drive |