| Man I got that OG, keep them Swishers on me
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| Bruh I hope you know me, I get high
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| I can smoke up three pounds, eat a hundred weeds brownies
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| I’m sipping on syrup now, I can fly
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| Twenty shots of vodka, I only drink Ciroc-a
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| They call me Juicy J, the number one pill popper
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| I will take your chick and make that bitch work for this dick
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| Put coke up her nose, I bet that have her turning tricks
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| She wanna fuck my car, money be in these ho’s eyes
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| I’m so nigga rich, I’m a skeet in these ho’s eyes
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| Your nigga talking shit, he gonna get hit with the four five
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| I stay stupid high, I can’t believe I’m still alive
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| I’m smoking and I’m sipping, I’m smoking and I’m sipping
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| I’m chilling with your bitch mane, smoking and I’m sipping
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| I’m smoking and I’m sipping, I’m smoking and I’m sipping
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| While she giving me head mane, smoking and I’m sipping
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| I put her on codeine, welcome to the get high team
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| She love a nigga getting that money on the TV screen
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| She even fuck with them dope niggas working triple beams
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| Long as she’s high and you keep the vodka and Cali green
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| Ratchet, ratchet bitches, tell all your business
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| I’ma go across her face, Ike Turner pimping
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| Leave you in the streets and push your way on them sixes
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| I’m a dog nigga mane, smoking and I’m sipping |