| Sippin on that Jameson
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| Mama like «look what you became my son»
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| And all my niggas came from slum
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| Villages filled with tainted love
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| Fuck it‚ blaze the blunt
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| All we do is drink and fuck till you can’t feel your brain and lungs
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| Cocaine on your gums till everything but the pain is numb
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| See-see-seen the demon puffin angel dust‚ say she pray for us
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| Whisper couple words up in her ear that made her face blush
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| Too many niggas you can’t trust
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| Too many bitches you can’t trust
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| Too many hoes I facefuck
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| I didn’t know what they name was
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| Who’s nastier them or me?
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| But I live to see tomorrow, so fuck it c’est la vie
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| I might be wrong tonight, but it feels so right (fuck it c’est la vie)
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| But it feels so right (fuck it c’est la vie)
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| But it feels so right (fuck it c’est la vie)
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| I might be wrong tonight‚ but it feels so right (fuck it c’est la vie)
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| But it feels so right (fuck it c’est la vie)
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| But it feels so right (fuck it c’est la vie)
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| Fucked up off that
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| At that moment see my guardian angel come
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| She say she miss me I have that whisky I have her some |
| And then she kissed me so passionately and gave me some
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| She made me happy, she made me angry, she made me love
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| She made me dinner‚ she made me breakfast, she made me cum
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| So part of me is like «nigga this one could be the one»
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| But the other me is like «nigga don’t ever be just one»
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| Cuz it’s too many niggas you can’t trust
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| Too many bitches you can’t trust
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| Too many hoes I facefuck
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| I didn’t know what they name was
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| Who’s nastier them or me?
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| But I live to see tomorrow, and laugh at the memory (ha)
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| I might be wrong tonight, but it feels so right (fuck it c’est la vie)
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| But it feels so right (fuck it c’est la vie)
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| But it feels so right (fuck it c’est la vie)
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| I might be wrong tonight, but it feels so right (fuck it c’est la vie)
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| But it feels so right (fuck it c’est la vie)
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| But it feels so right (fuck it c’est la vie) |