| Everybody with me drunk as fuck
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| Break it down and roll it up
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| Everybody with me drunk as fuck
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| Break it down and roll it up
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| Ok, Ok, Ok now everybody with me drunk as fuck
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| Break it down and roll it up
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| Everybody got they killaz with 'em
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| Rep yo side and throw it up
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| Po' it up and it’s goin' down
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| Light another blunt and it’s goin' round
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| Puff puff pass you can toast yo glass
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| Later 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 pull yo rank
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| What you thank with ya hatin' ass
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| Hehehehehe, you think you fly, I know you not
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| Hehehehehe, you tote yo knife, I tote my glock
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| Big body cadillac, women in the backseat,
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| Speakers steady pumpin' as I pass these losers
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| Yo car too small, why? |
| cause I can’t fit my women in a PT Cruiser
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| Get ya cake up, get ya weight up way up to the top 'til u can’t go further
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| These snitches is after my riches and yes I smell bloody murder
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| When I cock back with a drop dat can’t block dat lock dat fools betta stop dat
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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
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| Where the cops at? |
| cause I’m drunk as fuck
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| Tell’em I’m far from sober
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| Cause if the po po happen to pull me over
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| I’m a just tell’em…
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| Swisha after swisha, I blow dat official
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| This one fo' my niggas and everybody witcha
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| Pop another bottle, I’m a rep chicago
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| With dem 22s on dat black on black gallardo, in da front door
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| Gotta bottle of goose you know I’m finna get loose
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| Get it buck, buck holla wassup
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| To all my niggas in back and all my bitches in front put ya cups up
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| Put ya drank in, put ya smoke in
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| Put ya pop in, get ya roll in
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| Do the OC, got me open
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| Big diamonds, you jokin'
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| And I don’t know what I’m gone do
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| But I’m gone so I’m thinkin' 'bout rollin' up
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| One to the head like a real thoroughbread
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| Know what I’m sayin' let me hit it
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| Roll it, roll it up
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| And I smoke it up
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| Don’t give a damn if I choke it up
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| I broke it up and I toke it up
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| Eyes hella red and my throat lit up
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| I don’t give up and I don’t give in
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| You don’t get high nigga don’t get in
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| But won’t yo friend cause he want my friend
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| And I been on fire since I don’t know when, I don’t know when
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| Now errbody with me pourin' up
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| Errbody with me hold it up
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| Errbody with me know, if I say so,
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| It’s gone be throwin' up |