| Ooh, that’s cold
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| We going? |
| (What)
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| Okay
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| Yeah (Brr)
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| I’m feeling groovy, drugs in my Kool-Aid
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| Got the club goin' dumb on a Tuesday
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| Snorting two lines off of her boobies
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| Go stupid, yeah, we go stupid
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| I’m feeling groovy, drugs in my Kool-Aid
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| Got the club goin' dumb on a Tuesday
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| Snorting two lines off of her boobies
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| Go stupid, yeah, we go stupid
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| Yeah, accidentally killed your mans up in the intersection
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| R.I.P. |
| to your boyfriend, now he up in my mentions
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| I done knocked her, so I had to move on to her best friend
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| Only thing we fear is police and depression
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| Hey, I’m quite a rich little guy
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| Took that nigga’s bitch 'cause he still working at Five Guys
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| Yeah, lil' nigga are you ready to die?
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| 'Cause I’m coming off like two failed attempts of suicide
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| Let’s go, we some low lifes (Hah)
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| I keep a pro-knife, and break the window when we pro-life
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| I’m taking Prozac, let’s split the metal of a blue pill that I got from Europe
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| Let’s solve the riddle of my sorrows
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| Let’s fuck tomorrow but keep it pimpin' (Mwah)
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| I’m back in this bitch with your Saint Laurent on me (What)
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| Niggas, they hate, but they bitch on me
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| Shawty, shut up, come and lay your lips on me (Ugh, ugh, ugh)
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| Actually, keep talking 'cause I’m quite lonely (Yeah)
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| , I paint on her on like she an opp, son (Sex)
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| My niggas crazy, they killers, committing some arson (Yeah)
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| Fuck it, we litty, suck titties, pop pillies,
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| I’m feeling groovy, drugs in my Kool-Aid
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| Got the club goin' dumb on a Tuesday
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| Snorting two lines off of her boobies
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| Go stupid, yeah, we go stupid
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| I’m feeling groovy, drugs in my Kool-Aid
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| Got the club goin' dumb on a Tuesday
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| Snorting two lines off of her boobies
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| Go stupid, yeah, we go stupid
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| Wow
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| Sex, sex, sex (Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt) |