| Oh, T’d up
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| I’ve been taking drugs 'til my heart stop, weed up
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| I might hit the plug, I need all Wock', drink up
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| She just tryna love me 'cause my ice like it’s
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| She know that she want me 'cause it’s finders keepers
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| Gotta look at shawty, he can’t find her, weep her
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| Brodie got her stripping
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| Get behind her, and team her
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| She gon' hit the floor, give me mind 'til her knees hurt
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| But I had to kick her to the side, I don’t need her
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| I’ma keep on countin' all this money 'til my fingers hurt
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| Then I get a money counter, this shit got an endless limit
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| Smoke away my useless feelings, I do not debate with Satan
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| On the dark side of your life
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| Got a lot of evil energy but it’s not mine
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| Got a lot of evil enemies and that’s all fine
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| They’re the only thing I’m worried about when I’m not high
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| Oh, T’d up
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| I’ve been taking drugs 'til my heart stop, weed up
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| I might hit the plug, I need all Wock', drink up
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| She just tryna love me 'cause my ice like it’s
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| She know that she want me 'cause it’s finders keepers
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| Gotta look at shawty, he can’t find her, weep her
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| Brodie got her stripping
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| Get behind her, and team her
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| She gon' hit the floor, give me mind 'til her knees hurt
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| But I had to kick her to the side, I don’t need her
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| Pop out at your party
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| Snuck the whole gang in it, huh
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| Tryna have the family in like it’s thanksgiving
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| Lil' brodie bang Smith &'s
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| I just chase millions
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| Used to wear the same shit, that’s on my day to day mission, uh
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| We giving no smoke, he get high from that contact
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| And we takin' souls like a death row contract
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| Smith &Wesson compact
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| Hit 'em with that, «Damn, where you find that?»
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| Head tap, make a nigga blam, where his mind at
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| Oh, T’d up
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| I’ve been taking drugs 'til my heart stop, weed up
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| I might hit the plug, I need all Wock', drink up
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| She just tryna love me 'cause my ice like it’s
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| She know that she want me 'cause it’s finders keepers
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| Gotta look at shawty, he can’t find her, weep her
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| Brodie got her stripping
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| Get behind her, and team her
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| She gon' hit the floor, give me mind 'til her knees hurt
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| But I had to kick her to the side, I don’t need her
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| But I had to kick her to the side, I don’t need her |