| Drinking, on that Hennessey
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| Yeah you know, it’s got to be me
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| Get crunk lil' buddy, get crunk
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| Get crunk lil' buddy, get crunk
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| See we smoking on that doja, and we feeling so fine
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| That we just, might lose our minds
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| Get crunk lil' buddy, get crunk
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| Get crunk lil' buddy, get crunk
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| I got a cup of mud, it don’t have no seeds and no bud
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| Yeah that’s what I need, to get a nigga buzzed
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| I does the damn thang, y’all can’t hang
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| I’m falling asleep off this drank, that me and my homie drank
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| Give me two pints of that syrup, two pints of the swisha
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| And mix it together, and assort the conditions
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| Sprite me up po' me up, po' me up (po' up)
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| All my motherfucking niggas, throwing up (po' up)
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| She’s a girl that I love the most, Mary Jane
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| Fuck it I’m hooked, so we just spark the flame
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| Light the candle blaze it up, because we doing it right
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| She got the kush she got the bomb, she got me high as a kite
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| I roll it tight, inhale it with all my might
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| Look at my eyes hypnotized, and done blind my sight
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| Yeah I keep getting blunted, that’s what I really wanted |
| Bitch I ain’t fronting, you got what I want
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| Yo I’m dipping, in my low-low
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| Top down, on a spin going real slow
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| Fuse box in the back, full of endo
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| On a cloud in the town, that’s how we play yo
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| That’s how we ball bro, yeah it’s them boys and we back in the lane
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| Aiming for your fitted cap, yeah slashing your fame
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| For playing games, you got us fucked up and tucked up
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| Now with this AK, make em raise up
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| But on some playa shit, we keep it bossy homie
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| Big Shots stay looking good, never phony
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| Botany is the block, the block that stay crunk mayn
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| We keep it cracking, cause we love stacking hell-a-change
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| And sip Henn, by the cases
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| Hit a few places, drop a few stacks in the hood to my aces
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| And keep it gutter keep it real, cause I’m a team player
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| And stay crunk at all times, full of Henn yeah
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| I’m from the spot, of the 4200 block
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| Got the keys to my city, nigga check me out
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| We be sipping sip syrup, but we call it lean
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| When we say po' it up, you know what I mean
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| And we got the finest girls, that you wanna see |
| While they on my spot, live on TV
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| Dancing like she on the video, C-Note and Daz
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| Said she wanna get with us, stick it up the ass
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| Got do' got dro, know we got flow
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| Yeah we popped a few bottles, gotta pop some mo'
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| You know us thugs, get crunk in the club
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| You know you niggas falling off, like you slipping in mud
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| Don’t want you niggas round me, sniffing them drugs
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| You playing with yourself, you’ll be slipping in blood
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| I’m still that boy, that put diamonds in your face
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| I’m still that motherfucker, that ain’t catch a murder case nigga
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| (*talking*)
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| Yeah, the block that stay crunk at all times nigga uh
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| C-Note, D-Red and Daz we up in here you know I’m tal’n bout
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| Big Shots, 3rd Coast mayn we riding get crunk |