| Hey, I’mma visit the sky today
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| Hey, I’mma dance on the clouds today
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| And make it rain, on everybody beneath us
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| Just cause they try, doesn’t mean they can be us
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| No, nobody can be us
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| I’m tryna sink in some gin
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| I need, I need, I need, I need, I need
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| And all this Hennessy got niggas in here hating on me, on me, on me, on me
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| But if the neighbors know my name then, then I’m doing something right
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| And if their mamas know my name, and if their homies know my name then
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| Then I’m doing something right
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| And if their girlfriends know my name
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| Just cos she loves me, don’t mean she understands
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| I don’t give a damn, I’ll make her fuck the band
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| I love the guitars
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| I already know, I’ve seen her at my show banging out XO all day
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| And her friend’s a freak
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| She can’t feel her throat, she can’t feel her knees
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| And I’m not tryna talk
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| And I’m not tryna walk
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| Just lift me out the club
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| One of those, it’s gonna be one of those nights
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| One of those, it’s gonna be one of those nights
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| Weed blowing, champagne poppin (champagne poppin, champagne poppin)
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| Got that drink flowing, champagne poppin (champagne poppin, champagne poppin)
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| Pounds of weed, Sour D
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| That medical for my allergies
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| In the hotel with your girl
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| For ‘bout a week, shootin' a shower scene
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| She a bad chick like Bonnie Parker
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| Rollin' blunts in my flying saucer
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| Juicy J — the new skywalker, I’ll put your ho in a body auction
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| When I’m having fun, I’m still getting paid
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| Got a whole lot of mud in my Minute Maid
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| Stay riding through the city with my twelve gauge
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| Hating ass niggas, get it any day
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| Got a house on the hill cost a couple of mill
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| Juicy J got bank like uncle Phil
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| Keep snow bunnies that like popping pills
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| Keep a double cup, I like cracking seals
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| Y’all niggas shit, I’m still going strong
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| Bought the loud pack now I’m in my zone
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| Rolls Royce got me feeling like King Tut
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| Got my codeine cups, bout to drink up
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| If you’re talking about money, we can link up
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| Bad red boned bitch, body inked up!
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| Your girlfriend coming home with me
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| And when she alone with me
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| She gonna suck dick and she don’t spit
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| Or I’mma put that bitch back on the streets
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| I’m kickin' it with girls that be going bi
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| Cause their pussy is the best and they head fire
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| One of those, it’s gonna be one of those nights
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| One of those, it’s gonna be one of those nights
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| Weed blowing, champagne poppin (champagne poppin, champagne poppin)
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| Got that drink flowing, champagne poppin (champagne poppin, champagne poppin)
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| Hey, I’mma visit the sky today
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| Hey, I’mma dance on the clouds today
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| And make it rain, on everybody beneath us
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| Just cause they try, doesn’t mean they can be us
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| No, nobody can be us
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| Got that
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| Weed blowing, champagne poppin (champagne poppin, champagne poppin)
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| Got that drink flowing, champagne poppin (champagne poppin, champagne poppin) |