| I’ma need some more bottles
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| My vision blurry I ain’t worried, wearing drunk goggles
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| I ain’t taking any breaks, going full throttle
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| I might fuck around and kill the whole bottle
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| I need some more models in my phone, like, where you at?
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| I been making moves dawg my crew (don't got time to chat)
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| I been in my groove, coming soon (is a million racks)
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| I’ma go and prove, I improved (now we on the map)
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| Y’all got me confused, homie you (gon' get left in the back)
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| Yeah, and that’s all I need
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| I did it all on my own, now they all coming to me
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| Because they see that I’ve grown
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| Now they all trying to leech
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| And turn my shit to their own
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| Cause they know that they peaked, woo
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| I don’t stress it just cause I don’t want to
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| If you ain’t fucking with me then it’s fuck you (fuck you)
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| I might fuck with everybody but you
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| Hit your girl and tell her come through, cut you off
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| I’m faded, all these women better come through, yeah
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| Standing in the whip outta the sun roof, yeah
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| I don’t got no senses I can come to, yeah
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| Anything I want, I make it come true, yeah
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| I’m faded, all these women better come through, yeah
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| Standing in the whip outta the sun roof, yeah
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| I don’t got no senses I can come to, yeah
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| Anything I want, I make it come true, yeah
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| Lately, I think that I’m drinking way too much
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| Vodka, soda, Henny, and we put it in the punch
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| With the six pack, homie never had to crunch
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| It goes down like water when you chase it with Crush
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| Bitch, I been back on my bullshit
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| Taken shots, I’m going eight rounds with no bullets
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| This world is only my parade ground
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| Live to the fullest
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| My bucket list is looking black, now you got a full list (aye, aye, aye)
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| Hey, they can keep on talking while I’m laughing to the bank
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| Ten shots back, everything is going blank
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| I think I got a little more room for more up in the tank
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| Somebody better come and pour the homie up a drink
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| I’m faded, all these women better come through, yeah
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| Standing in the whip outta the sun roof, yeah
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| I don’t got no senses I can come to, yeah
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| Anything I want, I make it come true, yeah
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| I’m faded, all these women better come through, yeah
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| Standing in the whip outta the sun roof, yeah
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| I don’t got no senses I can come to, yeah
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| Anything I want, I make it come true, yeah |