| Ooh
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| Phew, huh
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| Phew, huh
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| Uh, aye
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| Uh, aye
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| Poured the drink inside my
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| Got two hoes on me, eating
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| When I fuck them, then they leaving
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| I’m bringing racks out for no reason
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| Double C’s on my jacket, from next season
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| Fuck them sneakers they gon' jack it when they see it
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| My bitch bad as hell, she wake up talking blues
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| I want nothing but that head out of you
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| If you at the crib then baby play it cool
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| I could pour the Wock but I don’t really even like to
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| I’ve been geekin' every day since th red came back
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| I’ve been pouring up th pints, sipping yours til' it’s flat
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| We got Hi-Tech in the fridge, they ain’t even making that
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| Make a mistake, I grab that Drac' and blank his ass
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| Still ain’t met no bitch who do it like you
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| You so toxic with that pain, I like you
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| If the plug got more than one, I cop two
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| I hate cheating on the Perc', I got to
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| I want pints, pints, pints, just enough to make it rain
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| Screaming wife, wife, wife, she off them drugs she in my lane
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| You need a Sprite, Sprite, Sprite, you won’t ever feel this pain
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| I been thinking about just marrying the drink |