| I done popped way too many, boy
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| I done smoked way too many, boy
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| Boy, I’m so lit
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| I don’t need no more Henny, boy
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| Shots, had way too many, boy
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| Boy, I’m so lit
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| Oo, oo, oo, I’m so lit
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| Oo, oo, oo, I’m so lit
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| Boy, what kind of weed is this?
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| Only hit it one time, why I’m feeling like this?
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| Got a nigga feeling like I got laced or something
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| I’m scared if I took it to the face or something
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| Berner got me on exotic
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| Man this shit chronic
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| excuse me
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| This shit got me higher than Bobby and Whitney
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| Never know what I’m smoking
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| UIn the middle of nowhere, let me get that up off ya
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| Damb F.A.B., I ain’t know you was back blowing
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| Let’s keep it that way, still not knowing
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| , let me chief on something
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| You don’t know me, don’t speak on nothing
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| I’m Missy on your missy, get your freak on
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| I done popped way too many, boy
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| I done smoked way too many, boy
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| Boy, I’m so lit
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| I don’t need no more Henny, boy
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| Shots, had way too many, boy
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| Boy, I’m so lit
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| Oo, oo, oo, I’m so lit
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| Oo, oo, oo, I’m so lit
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| F.A.B., you look way too loaded
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| Come on, let your boy Bern role it
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| And I ain’t even know you was back to smoking
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| Imma have to tap in everytime I’m in Oaclend
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| This ain’t regular weed
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| It’s gon have you real high, and ready to eat
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| They call this shit Biscati
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| Have you feeling all crazy, out your body
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| Like you feeling yourself, in the club
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| Young Bern, I’m the king when it comes to bud
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| My new nickname is
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| I can get it to your doorstep, way out there
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| This the Bay erea, yeah we keep that thing
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| When I role in my Benz, they scream my name
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| Dope man, dope man, yeah I got it
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| Two zips, twenty stacks in my pocket
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| It’s Bern
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| I done popped way too many, boy
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| I done smoked way too many, boy
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| Boy, I’m so lit
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| I don’t need no more Henny, boy
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| Shots, had way too many, boy
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| Boy, I’m so lit
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| Oo, oo, oo, I’m so lit
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| Oo, oo, oo, I’m so lit |