| This song is for everyone
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| Who tends to indulge a little
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| While on their coffee break
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| (Intro Verse)
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| Ok my coffee break is me time, basically that’s weed time
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| My co-worker man she’s fine, walks by I beeline
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| In pursuit with no deny I’m on that ass like Levi’s
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| I told my boss to fuck off, middle finger no peace sign (bitch)
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| Break time, so break that down
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| Roll it up go head pass that around
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| Light it up till they passing out
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| Flow is rough, go head ask about
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| Rip up tracks, lap around
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| Laugh about how we macking now
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| My herbals out here by the pound
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| Are loud as fuck bitch how that sound?
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| Drugs out here like gold
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| I’m representing my home
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| Marietta I am so blown
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| So don’t let me get in my zone
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| She’s reluctant of my brand, you know these dudes in bands
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| I like my women like my coffee though, sweet and tan
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| Shawty, ugh, yup she’s falling for it
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| Jumped on train yup all aboard
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| I Spit slick like olive oil
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| But she don’t spit she swallow all
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| She got me
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| Heart is beating like Rocky
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| And I fell in love just stop me
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| Wait that’s probably all of this molly
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| I need some water; |
| I think I took too much
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| So somebody call a doctor, I think my heart just stop
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| But check out my roster, and no this isn’t luck
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| I like my woman like my coffee, hot as fuck
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| Break time, so break it down
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| Make time, make you bounce
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| Take mine, go head make my rounds
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| Cake time lets make these pounds
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| Shake down, get you out
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| Fuck that skirt, loose that blouse
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| 8 times, I think it went down
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| Wait 9… I lost count
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| Ok, ill admit I’m in a daze
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| When the last couple days been a haze
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| When I blazed everything in my way
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| Like a rat in a maze and I made it out now bitch I’m amazed
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| Often baked on my coffee break
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| Often late when I contemplate
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| Your talk is great but it’s awkwardly
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| Marvin Gaye, no chardonnay
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| I’m Back at it with a flow so sick
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| Sick as fuck they don’t hope I live
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| Wordsmith you better hope I miss
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| I’m high as fuck ayo co pilot
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| Woodstock like Joan Biaz
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| Count me out well they so biased
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| Sleeping on me how dope I is
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| Fuck all ya’ll (Hold My Dick)
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| Run and tell yo how I kill these beats
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| They love me up in languages that I don’t even speak
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| Ok she was so intrigued I think she’s form Belize
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| So yes you can believe she was screaming (hi papi)
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| And though it was intense I ain’t spoken to her sense
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| She even told her friends around me to watch her step
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| But yo
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| I’m dressed up to the 9's and She’s looking like a 10
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| I met her at 11, and by 12 I was in (x3) |