| Get fucked up, get bud
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| Just don’t leave your drink around me
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| ‘Cause the shit will get drunk up
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| Everybody fuck around
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| Shut the fuck up
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| I can’t even hear what you’re saying, girl
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| Shut up
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| Jokes, I’m playing, I’m drunk, fuck
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| Oh shit, oh my god, I’m so fucked up, what’s up?
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| Yeah, girl, stick your butt up
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| Shake it all around
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| Make the dollar, pound, peso, yen, rupee
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| And groovy, just like a movie
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| Ooey, truly zooted out
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| I don’t even know what it to do me
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| Move it out, move it in
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| Okay, let me do it again…
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| Okay
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| Sweaty, heady, Eddie Spaghetti told me to chill out
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| Tryna cause some fun so I pulled a bunch of bills out
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| The booze ain’t the problem
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| The other shit it lead to
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| When it come to wildin' believe in no equal
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| Me and Bikram drunk and we wildin' in Queens
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| Promoter buggin, screamin' «Who the fuck invited Heems?»
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| So much Bacardi started speaking dumb
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| Then I tried to snub Dap
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| It must’ve been Puerto Rican rum
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| Young Amitabh, I’m a don
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| Single malt neat, I prefer Oban
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| Or that aged shit, twenty-five Mcallan
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| Mommy drunk quick ‘cause she only eat salads
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| Pissy drunk, wildin' drunk
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| ‘Bout to get dissy
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| Huh? |