| Everybody knows when we come around
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| You gotta put your drinks up in the Air
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| Everybody knows we don’t fuck around
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| You better put your drinks up in the Air
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| Everybody knows we don’t fuck around
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| You better put your drinks up in the Air
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| Everybody knows when we come around
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| You better put your drinks up in the Air
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| I showed up with a bottle of scotch
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| Two Blunts in my ear and a model that’s hot
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| Got the goons all with me and a pocket full of stacks
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| Whole team looking fly cause i got’em on my back
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| 2 Fifths of henny and a bottle full of jack
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| I’m Still with the program hoping on a Track
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| I keep it greasy, believe me i got this
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| He who’s a G, drinks free in a Moshpit
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| I’m so drunk that i can’t even see clear
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| Blame it on the bitches and the weed and the free beer
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| They come close to get a wif of the aroma
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| I’m drinking straight rum, while these bitches sip coronas
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| Then i don’t know if imma make it home safely
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| Drinking in a circle, now these earkles wanna race me
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| My girl said slow down, i said make me
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| Now I got the pigs on mah tail, they tryna chase me
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| Everybody knows when we come around
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| You gotta put your drinks up in the Air
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| Everybody knows we don’t fuck around
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| You better put your drinks up in the Air
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| Everybody knows we don’t fuck around
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| You better put your drinks up in the Air
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| Everybody knows when we come around
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| You gotta put your drinks up in the Air
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| It’s six Am and I still haven’t slept yet
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| Take another shot and just chill would be my best bet
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| Mad People keep calling my phone still
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| The drug starts to kicking and i’m feeling them cold chills
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| Oh well, It’s all a part of the process
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| Pop another pill and then i roll what i got left
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| Every night’s another party to me
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| Head home with two chicks that’s a party at three
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| Wine, weed and Women man it’s hard to be me
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| So we Hotbox the spot till you hardly can see
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| I’m runnig out of energy, i’m running out of Patience
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| Nothing but a bunch of emtpy bottles in the basement
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| Face it, we gon keep the party poppin off
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| Any kind of fix you need, you know we got it all
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| And you could bring who you please, give you’re momma a call
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| Ask me if think it’s a problem I’mma tell 'em «Not at all» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Up in the Air , by - Merkules. Song from the album Canadian Bacon, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп