| Guess I never grow up. |
| security! |
| ease up, let a big star enter
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| I just want to drink and flirt with the female bartender
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| Kixin' it, You up tight but I’m in a loose mood
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| Mixin' it, not much ice its a vodka and juice booze
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| Mixin' it, which one might be the vodka and boose boose
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| Fixin' it, my home slice yellin out 'coose dude'
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| Heh, dont do the same old two step throw it up I want to see what city you in
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| Dancin with a beezy, got my hands where the cushion at
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| Yellin at the squares 'what the hell is you lookin at?'
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| Booty I’m gripsin' it, know that I’m gonna be twistin' it
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| Never could tell me to cool it because I’m a villain and baby we kixin it!
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| I’m cleaned up, my greens up, I’m teamed up
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| Ya team must be steamed up because we kixin' it
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| We got the liquor in the door we mixin' it
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| We lettin everybody know we hate fakes, frauds, false, foes
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| We dont want to see 'em. |
| we let everybody know we kixin' it
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| We got the liquor in the door, we mixin it
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| Come on everybody ooohh!
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| Kicken its automatic once I bit into this tablet probably never quit kicken it
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| 'till I kick my drinking habit
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| I doubt it will ever happen but never is what you never say
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| Matter of fact I haven’t had a drink well since yesterday
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| My diction’s a lil slurry and visions a lil blurry
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| Stomache bubbling a lil bit, chickens a lil curry
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| The club fin to close so sippen this in a hurry
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| And plus I’m temporarily fixing to getting married
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| The party’s in the parking lot, looming the mac world
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| Sobered up and noticed I was stroken on a fat girl!
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| Ohh ohh no no Santa Clause please say it ain’t so!
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| But I’m still in to kick it though, cup empty get some more
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| Say I shouldn’t drink and drive, I party at the liquor store!
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| Dun Dealer, Tech N9ne, Ron Ron, got these chicks waving they hands in the air
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| like they pom-poms
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| Pop the military mind it but I’m calm niggers ask for a little bit of war but
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| I’m nam
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| Hit the club for an hour then I’m gone to the after party twenty missed calls
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| from von-von
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| I’m on some shit way over your head, swear to don if I get pissed I’m probally
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| goin faaade
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| We’s big time, you’s hardly major. |
| we spot bad chicks and fill em up with party
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| favors
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| Yeah all the haters we skrillin get stilla grit. |
| get an empty cup and fill it
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| quick
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| 'Till its six in the morn, in the tel, killen slit lay my perpes,
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| till the day I die who spit it real as this
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| I’m cleaned up, my greens up, I’m teamed up
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| The tea must be steamed up because we kixin' it
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| We got the liquor in the door we mixin' it
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| We lettin everybody know we hate fakes, frauds, false, foes
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| We dont want to see 'em. |
| we let everybody know we kixin' it
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| We got the liquor in the door, we mixin it
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| Come on everybody ooohh!
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| Take yo phone an shine your light an with your left cause te liquor id in your
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| right hand
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| Put your phone up, turn your cup up. |
| grap a lady put your hand right on her butt
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| Now squeeze it squeeze it come on squeeze it squeeze it
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| Thats your gal now ya’ll can go on home and lay that ass on the couch and get
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| your bone on |