| Chorus 2x
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| I smoke kush and I pop bean
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| And I don’t give a damn how you feel about me
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| I sip lean pure codeine
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| And I don’t give a damn wat you say about me
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| I’m so iced up feel me up
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| I’m so kushed up dog I’m stuffed
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| Sumbody help me I can’t get up
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| I bought a whole pound
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| And I smoked da shit up
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| No more purp lets restore
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| Call da cush man tell him bring much more
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| We ask anotha 2 litter
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| We gon do four
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| I’m so drowzy I might snore
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| Chain so bright yu mite get an eye sore
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| If yu aint wanna fuck wat yu spend the night for
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| Pulled all da ho’s
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| Dats wat I got da ice for
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| To win all da money
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| Is wat I shot da dice for
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| Leaned to myself
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| Damn I’m hot
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| I rolled anotha swisha
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| I’m lookin for some fire
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| I’m dui we so drunk
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| Yo girl manned up
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| Wen she seen my trunk
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| Pussy nigga it’s gucci
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| Chorus 2x
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| I smoke kush and I pop bean
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| And I don’t give a damn how you feel about me
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| I sip lean pure codeine
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| And I don’t give a damn wat you say about me
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| While yall sell ounces
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| Nigga I blow pounds
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| Pussy ass fuck nigga
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| Get tha fuck from round
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| Gucci blasts rounds
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| Neva back down east a-town
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| Bouldaer crest my stuffin pot
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| I make some betty proud
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| Me and throwback wat it do blood
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| We showin hood love
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| Nigga we some hood thugs
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| I’m hot I’m cold hood I’m street
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| So iced out check my new piece
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| Heart shaped diamonds baby heart aint sweet
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| Gucci frames on so I can’t see
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| Gucci is a beast I bring dat heat
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| In my all white dump
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| Wit tha all chrome seats
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| Yeeeeaaa I’m on fire
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| Catch me in da hood
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| Drag racin for tires
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| Chorus 2x
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| I smoke kush and I pop bean
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| And I don’t give a damn how you feel about me
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| I sip lean pure codeine
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| And I don’t give a damn wat you say about me |