| Ok now everybody wit me drunk as fuck
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| Break it down and roll it up
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| Everybody got they killas wit em
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| Rep yo’side and throw em up
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| Pour it up and its goin’down
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| Light another blunt and it’s goin’rough
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| Puff Puff pass you can toast yo glass
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| Later on we’ll screw and slow it up
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| If you make it fast I can make it last
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| And I’m a nigga that’s makin’cash
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| 8 Figures in the bank and I’ll pull yo rank
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| What you think wit your hatin’ass
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| You think you fly I know you not
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| You tote your knife I tote my glock
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| Big body cadillac women in the back seat
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| Speakers steady pumpin’as I pass these losers
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| Yo’car too small I cant fit my women in a PT cruiser
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| Get ya cake up get ya weight up way up to the top
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| till you cant go further
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| These snitches is after my riches and yes
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| I smell bloody murder
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| When I cock back better drop that
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| Cant block that, lock that fools better stop that
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| Otherwise you can pop back
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| But after dumpin’a round you’ll be wonderin’where the cops at? |
| Where the cops
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| at? |
| Cuz I’m drunk as fuck
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| Tell em I’m far from sober 'cuz if the po po happen to pull me oooover I’ma
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| just tell em… |