| And after I finish what’s in my cup
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| You know I’m tryna love you
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| All these drugs-drugs make me wanna love you
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| Okay, okay, okay, okay
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| I just wanna shoot a movie with a chick from out the movies
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| With a big old ghetto booty that know how to roll a doobie
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| I just wanna hit the club, throw some money on the stage
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| I just wanna tip a stripper more dough than she ever made
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| More dough than she ever seen, now she see me in her dreams
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| All that ass, shawty bust it, how she stuff it in her jeans (Damn)
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| Must run in her genes, I just wanna meet her momma
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| I just wanna smoke my presidential Juicy J Obama
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| Juicy J that OG, I been ballin' this whole week
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| Stuntin' 20 years plus, I can do this in my sleep
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| I just wanna fall in Onyx with a fine Georgia peach
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| Got that rocket in my pocket, that’s that beauty and the beast
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| All this weed in my system ain’t helpin' (ain't helpin')
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| And this drank got you lookin' so good (so good)
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| I got some mollies in my hand, I might take one (take one)
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| And after I finish what’s in my cup
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| You know I’m tryna love you
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| All these drugs-drugs make me wanna love you
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| Okay, okay, okay, okay
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| Legendary, love you so much it’s unnecessary
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| Like it’s always two weeks into February
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| You can take that shit to the cemetery, til we’re dead and buried
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| But girl God forbid I feel too alive
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| Around you I got too much pride
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| Do we let it breathe or put a title on it?
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| I’m so indecisive, I’ll let you decide
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| She like nah seem like your chakra’s off
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| I’m like nah it’s just that your top is off
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| And I started out wantin' to talk to you
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| And now all I can think about is poppin' off
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| Girl you’re all that matters
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| You in bra and panties, that’s automatic
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| You straddled me, I started fallin' backwards
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| Don’t worry about the phone you can call them after
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| Bout to take ya down
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| All this weed in my system ain’t helpin' (ain't helpin')
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| And this drank got you lookin' so good (so good)
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| I got some mollies in my hand, I might take one (take one)
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| And after I finish what’s in my cup
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| You know I’m tryna love you
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| All these drugs-drugs make me wanna love you
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| Okay, okay, okay, okay |