| I’m dizzy, F1 got the room pissy
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| Good smoke in my lungs, drunk bitch don’t kiss me
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| Fresh picked, still sticky, but it burn right
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| I’m everythang that your girl like
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| I went from trimmin' to swimmin' in beaches
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| From Puerto Rican and Dominican girls, with no Visas
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| Light the reefer, pass it to the left
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| I told her hold it in
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| Let it burn to the end and we’ll smoke again
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| My flip-flops Gucci, in my crib watch movies
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| In my own home theatre, with three or four groupies
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| Lobster roll, hot Saké with the sushi
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| Flip coke money, in the rap game
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| They wanna prosecute me
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| A couple tried to shoot me, let me live player, let me get paper
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| Three Xanax bars, that’s a mind eraser
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| All the money and cars, I got all kinds of haters
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| I don’t ever sip alone
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| Xanax and Patron, I don’t remember gettin' home
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| Xanax and Patron, I don’t ever sip alone
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| Xanax and Patron, I don’t remember gettin' home
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| Xanax and Patron
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| When you’re in the Dam, Better think about (kosher?)
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| Bitches passin' out at the Green House
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| Take a hit, lights out at the hash bar
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| On the floor eyes open, what you ask for?
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| Smoke everywhere, now ya need the Doctor
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| Air lifted, elevated, hellicopta'
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| Don’t be comin' with no rookie lungs in the Dam
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| Don’t be pumpin' up your chest like you’re goin' H.A.M
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| Got ya flyin' into the E. R, first class
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| Got ya tappin' in a minute, first When the thrust lasts, like a blast from a
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| dab hit
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| Bern’s in flight for the, bitch
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| From the herb, maybe shrub, then to shatter
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| Maybe hardcore, settin' off the high in the brain matter
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| In my shot glass, fire water
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| Berner got the Xanny
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| Lights out
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| She let us pop those, and I got those
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| I’m a two boss star, I, mix Patron, with champagne
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| Got me chillin' in the zone, like I’m gone on the plane
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| Yeah I wanna catch a
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| So I call my homie Berner, when he said he’ll put me on, in the Bay
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| Breakin' cookies on the tray
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| Glass tips, Raw Papers when I twist, you ain’t fuckin' with my day
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| Shit, it’s just another day
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| Turn to a goodnight and it’s goodnight for ya right away
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| All ya first top dabbers, we high like ladders
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| When ya really get money, mane shit don’t matter |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Xanax and Patron, artist - B-Real. Album song Prohibition, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп