| Oxy
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| Propane
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| Ain’t ya done wit' the drugs boy
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| Ooh ooh ooh
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| Aye ooh ooh ooh
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| Ain’t ya done wit' the drugs boy
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| All that lonely wit' a love boy
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| Fools gold, no talkin, interrupt joy
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| Don’t be fooled by the drugs boy, ooh
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| Perky thirty feel like love boy, ooh
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| Bitch keep fuckin wit' them lil' boys
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| I got Hi-Tech waiting on me, used to jug for it
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| Your bitch pull up wit' them sprites and them woods for us
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| I got Sawbuck we on Melrose in a dub toy
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| I ain’t give her that attention she gon' look for it
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| Niggas fakin, I don’t care, couldn’t get a hook from me
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| What I say 'bout all these questions 'bout the fuck boys
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| Woah, all that flexin you are out, ay
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| Hope you called the Uber I’m a demon off these downers
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| I’m dealin the dust and spillin lean all on my trousers
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| I love 'em but fuck 'em niggas schemin' out they trousers
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| Ain’t ya done wit' the- whoa
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| Ain’t ya done wit' the drugs boy
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| Fools gold, no talkin, and ah, whoa, whoa, whoa
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| Ain’t ya done wit' the drugs boy, whoa
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| All that lonely wit' a love boy, aye
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| Don’t be fooled by the drugs boy, whoa |