| Uh huh, you know what it is
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| (All I need is)
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| You ain’t gonna trust yo bitch after tonight
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| Uh huh, I’mma make her whore out
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| All I need is one more drank
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| Two more blunts, three more bitches
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| Four more zips, five more minutes
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| All I need is one more drank, one more drank
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| All I need is one more drank, one more drank
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| All I need is one more drank
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| Two more blunts, three more bitches
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| Four more zips, five more minutes
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| All I need is one more drank, one more drank
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| All I need is one more drank, one more drank
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| All I need is one more skank, dirty pussy, suck my dick
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| Scary movie, I let her use me, all in her mouth
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| My dick in her booty, we all on the couch, the cameras is out
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| And she say she a virgin, bitch, shut the fuck uuupp!
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| I’m 'bout my bread, gettin' throwed, gettin' blowed
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| Gettin' trippy, gettin' lit on these hoes
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| Fuck 'em slow, in my cup, colt 45, high as fuck
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| Twenty dab, hundred for the thousand dollar tab
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| Conjure my cab
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| All I need is one more drank
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| Two more blunts, three more bitches
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| Four more zips, five more minutes
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| All I need is one more drank, one more drank
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| All I need is one more drank, one more drank
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| All I need is one more drank
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| Two more blunts, three more bitches
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| Four more zips, five more minutes
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| All I need is one more drank, one more drank
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| All I need is one more drank, one more drank
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| Look, all she need is one more shot, that bitch lit, you can tell
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| Put this package, in yo box, you got mail
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| Smoke one more, touch that cloud, this that loud
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| That lil bitch, she get active, she get wild
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| We turnt up, too much liquor you can’t hold me
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| Liked her pic, fucked her friend, now she know me
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| Drop my top, out that roof, that’s that Rollie
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| Girl don’t play, I’m right here, you gon' show me
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| All I need is one more drank
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| Two more blunts, three more bitches
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| Four more zips, five more minutes
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| All I need is one more drank, one more drank
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| All I need is one more drank, one more drank
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| All I need is one more drank
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| Two more blunts, three more bitches
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| Four more zips, five more minutes
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| All I need is one more drank, one more drank
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| All I need is one more drank, one more drank
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| Damn I miss the '90s, yeah shit was wild
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| We was livin' like rock stars, droppin' Mystic Styles
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| Ain’t nobody else believe in what we was puttin' down
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| Nigga almost homeless trying to get it off the ground
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| No support everybody thought we never be shit
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| Tryna start our own label on some Master P shit
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| Tryna get some distribution majors labels ain’t feelin' us
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| Doors slammed in our face, still ain’t givin' up
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| Still on the grind, still on the rise
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| Even had to sell my whip to pay for studio time
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| Made a name, made some change, got respect, got some fame
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| Now they love our shit, cuz we made our own lane
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| Tryna sign everybody, put some money in their pockets
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| Had a ball on the rug, every night we had it poppin'
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| They ain’t hold us down, did it on our own
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| With our backs on da wall, we put plaques on the wall
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| Then the problems started picking up, posse start splitting up
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| People started switching up, we still not giving up
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| I love them though, we been through it all
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| They’re my brothers though, now that’s some real shit
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| We weren’t always rich, we didn’t have a pot to piss
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| Hustle harder than a bitch, slanging records like they bricks
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| From the ground to the throne, its been a hell of a trip
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| Bring me one more drank, while I sit and reminisce |