| Poh me anutha
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| Poh me anutha
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| Poh me anutha drank
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| My pocket is full of bank
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| You want me to stop I can’t
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| It’s sho hot in this place I think that I’m bout to faint
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| So baby.
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| Poh me anutha
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| Poh me anutha
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| Poh me anutha drank (Do It)
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| I wanna couple of dem para-dises
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| Gimme two of dem sum a dem beetches
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| That’s the Hennessy at the top
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| That’s fifty dollars a shot
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| Too much will make you pop to pieces
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| Cause when I party yes I drink to sin
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| Gimme drunk enough I’ll probably bink a friend
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| Rumble in my belly
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| Head is in the toilet
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| I will never ever get drunk again
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| I’m talkin bout them other cats
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| Drinkin a little boo and then they had enough of that
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| Dark is what I do can never get enough yak
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| But what I do while they mixin' em
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| What I gotta ask
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| Sane lookin man gon make me three
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| Cups of delicious K.C. |
| Tea
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| That’s Hennesy, Sprite and lemon
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| If you got better than that you gotta make me see
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| Off in the club fucked up
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| And I got all of my bucks up
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| Twenty women at the bar right next to me
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| Every one of them just lucked up
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| Saturday night Voodoo Loungin' it
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| 'Cause P & L club’s got boo boo sounds in it
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| All twenty comin' with the crew who’s down to hit
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| Til the break of dawn wit a new new poundin' it
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| Last call
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| Ain’t no such
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| Then we drinkin' one in my clutch
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| Keep the party goin'
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| I’m getting your lust up
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| Everybody we be comin' to lift your cups then
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| I’m theatre of the hood
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| When it’s lights, cameras, faction
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| Niggas gon be niggas when it’s fight satisfaction
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| I walk up to the bar smellin' like the Kenneth Reaction
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| Niggas reactin' like you must be out of his slacks
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| When I’m undressed I confess I act a foolery
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| A pocket full of ducqets
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| Buku bitches and jewelery
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| I’m buyin' out the bar like my name was Anheusur Brewery
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| And hittin' bush by the deuce
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| Like Jesus created two of me
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| Haters they make me famous
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| So I’m deservin' an Oscar
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| Walkin' by niggas notice my swagger’s disturbin' they posture
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| But I don’t ever plex, the index got a steady aim
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| Cause the K will make them feel more hits than Teddy Pain
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| So I don’t have to tease about the way I’m makin' cheese
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| I know you haties wanna cease and desist
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| But it will never ever happen
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| Cause I’m definitely rapping
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| At the party wondering when will I quit
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| I simply say
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| I’m the type of drinker with no mixers in my liquors
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| Crown Royal on the rocks serve it in your biggest pitcher
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| I be cocktail pimpin' Potluck too high to talk to women
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| Just wanna get em drunk shut em up and get up in em
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| She tipsy off six shots
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| She’s feelin' my Rick Ross
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| She wanna lick a rapper and roll wit a big boss
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| Push it to the limit
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| Everyday’s another party
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| Pineapple mali and Bacardi turnin' all the women naughty
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| Uh-Oh
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| I be drinkin' everyday like I’m on tour
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| And I love to get high like bonjour
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| Take another shot the shit’s contagious
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| Like Nicolas Cage you live in Las Vegas
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| I’m sedated and spaded
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| Aimlessly lookin' for faded hoes who wanna get naked
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| 'Cause bitch it’s under rated
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| So pour me another drink
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| I want one
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| I’mma take it to the head til they all done
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| I can barely stand up let alone run
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| But the name of the game is to have fun
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| So take a shot with me little mama
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| I promise I don’t bite like Jeffery Dahmer
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| I’m goin' to the top like Barack Obama
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| I’m a never slow it down like a comma
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| So I’ma. |