| Damn I hate being sober, I’m a smoker
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| Fredo a drinker, Tadoe off molly water
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| We can’t spell sober
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| But I roll up, when we roll up bitches be on us
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| So the lot smoking and I’m drinking
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| It takes over for no reason
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| Cause we can’t spell sober
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| Ya know us, we smoke strong bruh,
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| Watch me roll up Cause I can’t spell sober
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| On my tour bus we get dumb high you’s a floor boy
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| Fredo got a hangover he toting a Cobra
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| Last night he was shooting shit up like O-Dog
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| Reese roll up, Tadoe got hoes on mollies
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| Chief Sosa ball out we high riding ‘Rari's
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| My bitches love drinking, Sosa loves smoking
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| Let my alcoholic bitch hit the dope, she start choking
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| Call up D-Money, now we throw money
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| All these bitches off the shits walk around like some zombies
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| Call up D-Money, now we throw money
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| All these bitches off the shits walk around like some zombies
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| We got 100 pounds of this shit, my stash house with them bricks
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| My pockets filled with them stacks, my bitch be going for flat
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| She a hot tamale when she pop a molly, it’s time to party, we party hard
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| Drink and smoke it, drink and smoke it, drink and smoke it, we out for sure
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| I came in back of that Rolls, nigga I ain’t stuntin’them hoes
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| I trick a bitch to suck dick,
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| Trick, what you spend on her, we spend on clothes
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| Too young for me she want Sosa, shootas in the Range Rover
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| That’s GBE, when them two-two-threes get to flyin’bitch its over
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| See my ring chain and my Rolex when I’m flexin'
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| Bitch I got to get mine, nigga get outta line, I check 'em
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| See this gangsta shit, stuntin’to perfection
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| Nigga better believe me, I make it look easy
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| My weed so strong, my cheese so long
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| Roll so many joints soon I might need a loan
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| Spend so many grands that I might need some bands
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| Thats your bitch why she acting like she need a man?
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| I’m faded, talking mills cause I made it Talking pounds cause I smoke it Talking game cause I played it
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| I’m wasted, Rose thats my favorite
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| OG kush the good tastin',
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| Buying Cris’by the cases
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| I hate being sober
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| Dont smell no one smoking
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| Me and my niggas come roll up Believe they gon’fire on you
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| You think you could roll up You smoke by the ounce
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| Well bitch, I smoke by the pound ‘cause |