| Ayy
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| These motherfuckers, man, yo
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| (Elite, Elite, Elite)
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| Check it
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| Yo, check it out, ayy
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| Since 1993 I’ve been smoking weed, ask about me
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| Niggas know not to, oh, wait, niggas know not to, oh, fuck, ayy
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| Roll up and pour me a drink up, let’s get fucked up
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| Roll up and pour me a drink up, let’s get fucked up
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| Roll up and pour me a drink up, let’s get fucked up
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| Roll up
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| Uh, I’m drunk at a party, ain’t put down my cup
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| The fuck is my water? |
| I pick this shit up
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| Then drank all the water and threw this shit up
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| It’s ash in my cup, I’m mad as a muh', huh
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| I push pack like USPS, you is a bitch
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| Ayy, yo, yo, shut the fuck, ayy
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| Don’t even rap, nigga, you
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| Ayy, hold on
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| Hold the fuck up, nigga
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| Tell me why you wanna come get high tonight
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| I only got one reason, I’m top dog tonight
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| I let the broads borrow my room and I got caught tonight
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| Drunken partying, slobbering, 'nother sloppy night
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| Always fight with my mama, but look, on my leave night
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| I’ll call her, when I’m a baller, I promise that I’ma score you
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| Until then, I’ma ignore you, it’s nothing personal (Sorry) |
| I’m just tryna fuck a couple girls and go
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| Can’t do that while I’m on the phone
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| I’m not a mother’s boy, I’m a motherfucker
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, hold on, hold on, nigga
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| Can I smoke? |
| Can I smoke? |
| Can I smoke, nigga?
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| (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
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| Roll up and pour me a drink up, let’s get fucked up
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| Roll up and pour me a drink up, let’s get fucked up
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| Roll up and pour me a drink up, let’s get fucked up
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| Roll up
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| Yeah
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| Sittin' sideways, side steppin' side bitches
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| Side eyes, light skin, need stitches, mind your business
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| You’re slurring, my baby, you’re surfing, no turfing
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| My girl drippin', dirty whispers in my ear
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| I don’t mumble
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| ABC your way up out the convo
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| Lookin' for sluts, oh?
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| Oh, I know a couple
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| Bro, bro, bro, bro
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| Ayy, bro, bro, bro, bro
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| Ayy, nigga, come on, like
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| Nigga, stop rapping, start passing
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| (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
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| Like can I? |
| My nigga
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| Roll up and pour me a drink up, let’s get fucked up (Bro, bro)
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| Roll up and pour me a drink up, let’s get fucked up
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| Roll up and pour me a drink up, let’s get fucked up
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| Roll up |
| Look, okay the weed so strong it got me stressed
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| The stress so strong it got me weak
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| I’m so on, it threw me off (Yeah)
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| I’m throwed off, yes indeed
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| I threw up after my threesome
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| On my threads, had to leave the crime scene like criminals do
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| She wanna come to my crib and give me a genital smooch
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| Typical, typical, get the piccolo, skididdle, skedaddle
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| I sling peen like Colossal
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| That mean king save the queen from the castle
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| I grab the saddle
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| Prisoner to prescription, it’s changed, jackal, Jack Daniels
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| Shawty tryna tell me
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| Motherfucker, ayy, didn’t I say? |
| Nigga, ayy
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| We can’t rap, nigga, we smoking weed
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| Stop rappin', nigga, this is not a rap session
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| We gettin' high
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| If I smoke a blunt right now
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| I’ma be on 285 with my pants pulled down
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| Around my ankles
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| Still no stranger to the blunt smoke, gun smoke
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| You niggas don’t want smoke
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| No guts like that Swisher we just smoked
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| We cutthroat, niggas…
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| Hold, hold on, hold on
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| Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait,
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| wait, wait, wait |
| Hold on, wait, wait, wait, wait, ayy, wait
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| Shh, shh, shh
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| Wait, wait, wait, okay
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| Watson, Watson, stop
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| 'Cause this nigga J. Cole, he done grew some dreads
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| He think he smoke now
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| Pass the blunt, nigga, stop rappin'
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| That’s the end of the song, nigga
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| This the end of the session, we goin' home
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| I just called my Lyft
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| I just wanna call the, I mean hit the blunt, I mean
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| Let me try one more time |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 1993, artist - Dreamville. Album song Revenge Of The Dreamers III: Director's Cut, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп