| Ayy
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| Posted, toasted, hangin' at the back
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| Made money all year, make a toast with the yak
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| Window to the wall, throw it back, throw it back
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| And if I leave with him, he gon' eat it for a fact
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| I seen a lot of fuck shit, but I’ma let it slide
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| I got it in my system, now I’m really tryna ride
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| I don’t know if it’s us Aquarius'
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| That just like to have fun and ain’t scared to fuck (Ah)
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| I get nasty
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| When the moon come out and the juice kick in
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| Liquor in my system, system
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| No need to ask me
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| When the party end 'cause I’m on my way
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| To give you what you’re missin', missin'
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| It’s 2:30 on the dot and still crackin' at the spot
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| Oh yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
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| We ain’t tryna make it home and I don’t wanna be alone
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| No way, yeah, tonight
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| So hit my phone, woah-oh
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| Sippin' '42 and you know I’m bent
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| Too far gone, oh-oh
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| Liquor got me sendin' that risky text
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| Ayy, ayy
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| I’m feelin' kinda tipsy, come and get me (Yeah)
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| You can hit it in the party if you’re feelin' risky (Hey, hey, hey, yeah)
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| I got all these niggas mad 'cause they where you wanna be
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| On the dance floor, rubbin' all on my body (Yeah)
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| Now tell them hoes back-back, give you fifty feet
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| Before you look at him, you know I’m the one you see (Yeah bitch)
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| He told me I get crazy when I get up on the yak
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| Nah, I just never play with bitches like that
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| I be drinkin' out the bottle and I need a mouthful
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| And I know I’m from the south, but you need your goggles (Yeah, ha)
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| Party like a vato, shots of the blanco
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| Guaranteed to knock a nigga up out his zapatos
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| I’m tryna make it home, but you lookin' so good
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| I would pull it out your pants, right now if I could (Yeah)
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| But you know everything I do gon' make it to the net (Ah)
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| So I guess I can wait until I get you to the bed (Ah)
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| So hit my phone, woah-oh
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| Sippin' '42 and you know I’m bent
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| Too far gone, oh-oh
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| Liquor got me sendin' that risky text
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| It’s 2:30 on the dot and still crackin' at the spot
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| Oh yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
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| We ain’t tryna make it home and I don’t wanna be alone
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| No way, yeah, tonight |