| What nigga, what
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| Runnin' 'round the club
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| Liquor spillin' out my cup
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| So what, yeah, I’m drunk
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| Pocket full of humps
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| Any nigga front, we gonna tear the fucker up
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| What nigga, what
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| Stumblin' in the club
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| Liquor spillin' out my cup
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| So what, yeah, I’m drunk
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| Pocket full of humps
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| Any nigga front, we gonna tear the fucker up
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| Shout my nigga 2Pac
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| Cause I know he down to die for me
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| Shout my nigga Heron
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| I know he’ll let it fly for me
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| Shout my nigga Goldie Glo
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| I know he’d catch a body for me
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| 1.6 from?
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| I ain’t got fuckin' worries
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| I send them niggas to the cemetery
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| I made sure them niggas buried
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| I made sure them niggas killed
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| Sweep 'em all quick, in a hurry
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| Move coke with no inventory
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| Made sure that my niggas eatin'
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| Them was starvin', them was schemin'
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| That’s Louis sheets that bitch is sleepin' in
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| That fabric gone, well, that been satin
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| Satin drawers like I’m a faggot
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| Attract these hoes just like a magnet
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| ABCs with my drawers saggin'
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| Fuck laws in that Benz wagon
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| You bullshittin', man
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| Fuck the hassle
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| We gettin' money, yeah, all dazzle
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| Where the threesome with Latin hoes
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| Bossed up like Mac A Zoe
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| You toss off, that Mac’ll blow
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| My stunt on accident
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| Nigga, fuck you rappin' for
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| You sound just like me
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| Plus, you look just like me, nigga
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| What nigga, what
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| Runnin' 'round the club
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| Liquor spillin' out my cup
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| So what, yeah, I’m drunk
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| Pocket full of humps
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| Any nigga front, we gonna tear the fucker up
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| What nigga, what
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| Stumblin' in the club
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| Liquor spillin' out my cup
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| So what, yeah, I’m drunk
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| Pocket full of humps
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| Any nigga front, we gonna tear the fucker up
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| You’re gettin' money, right
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| You’re gettin' money, right
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| Well tell these bitches, get up off your dick
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| I got visions, clockin' digits
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| With my niggas, man, that shift
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| I’m on some other shit
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| Fuck the government
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| Barack can suck a dick
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| Free my nigga Los
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| Man, that shit be false imprisonment
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| Teardrop, hopscotch
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| Duckin' acid raindrops
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| Liquor make my brain pop
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| Molly make my brain pop
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| Dinosaur, with the the-
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| Saurus say for answers
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| Acknowledgement, where the door
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| Say, God, need some answers
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| Faded, my belief in God
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| Sometimes I believe in God
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| Even when the evens odd
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| Damn, this life can be so hard
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| Dollars cure my bleeding heart
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| I wrote this song to free my thoughts
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| Popped the cork and let it pour
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| Now pour that shit in my cup
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| What nigga, what
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| Runnin' 'round the club
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| Liquor spillin' out my cup
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| So what, yeah, I’m drunk
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| Pocket full of humps
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| Any nigga front, we gonna tear the fucker up
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| What nigga, what
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| Stumblin' in the club
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| Liquor spillin' out my cup
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| So what, yeah, I’m drunk
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| Pocket full of humps
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| Any nigga front, we gonna tear the fucker up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Was Drunk When I Wrote This , by - Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire. Song from the album Kismet, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп