| I’m about to do what Triple 6 did to me way back in 1994
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| Corrupt your kids and start it all over, this Mafia shit will never go
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| (Ma-ma-mafia)
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| Smoke weed, dri-drink liquor, get high as a motherfucker
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| Fu-fuck bitches, get money and never sleep around fucking sucker
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| I’m on a cap and a half and I ain’t even hardly hit the Crown
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| Way more focused then I was an hour ago and I still and I still won’t lay you
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| down
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| I’m in the studio, it’s 4:34 and I’m going ham on this lody beat
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| Me and Thug Therapy on a little bit of everything
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| You better believe we super geeked
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| I’m high as a plane, drunk as a fish, now all I really need is a trippy chick
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| One that knows how to party, turn up quick, and bend over and this dick
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| The name is Lil Wyte, if you thought I was dead you got another motherfucking
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| thing coming ho
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| I’m up in this bitch, all da way turnt, I’m probaby gonna be da last one out
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| the door
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| Molly (Turn up)
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| Pills (Get high)
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| Weed (Get drunk)
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| Liquor (Get fucked up)
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| Molly (Turn up)
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| Pills (Get high)
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| Weed (Get drunk)
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| Liquor (Get fucked up)
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| Molly (Turn up)
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| Pills (Get high)
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| Weed (Get drunk)
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| Liquor (Get fucked up)
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| Molly (Turn up)
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| Pills (Turn up)
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| Weed (Turn up)
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| Liquor (Turn up)
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| Loratabs, percocets, weed
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| Do you got what the fuck I need?
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| With my trippy kit and some yellow sticks, pain killers for dinner it’s time to
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| eat
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| It ain’t good molly if I got to sleep
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| It ain’t no party if there ain’t no freaks
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| Full of them beans if you know what I mean
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| It’s ace in her face and she on her knees
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| What the fuck you thought it was?
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| That ain’t kush, that’s Cali Bud
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| It’s we about to get high or what
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| That’s OG Wyte Kush, fire it up
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| Hit it, split it, pop it, drop it
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| Down a couple roxies then I rock it
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| Class A narcotics in my pocket
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| Nigga we about to take off
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| Blunts to the sky, cups to the right
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| Ain’t no catching me, alright
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| Mane I’m already gone
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| Pass that strong, forgot how many mollies I’m on
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| Wyte got me on some shit, and he call it Molly Lean
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| And pills all out at 8, that’s a quickie stoner momma made
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| I sip lean and I pop bean, blue cheese with my blue dream
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| Couple blue eyed girls on the Wyte Ball, what’s that? |
| A wet dream
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| Now everything coming to speed, why is everybody looking at me?
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| Pop another molly, pop another bottle
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| About to stand on the table, what the fuck you mean?
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| Nigga everything I do, got a sip mud, gotta blow strong
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| Smoke dang near a whole zone, like CVS when I go home
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| Got loratabs, got percocet, on bars, this how I started off
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| With a cup of drank, got a blunt of dank, now I’m throwed got a nigga nodding
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| off
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| Wyte brought the drough with the Therapy, my niggas they brought some more
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| When will it stop? |
| I don’t know, my white bitch she stone blowed
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| We drugged out on everything, when I’m high my mind just elevate
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| Nigga pop a pill, won’t hesitate, we turnt up like every day
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| We talking shots, we fucking hoes, we blowing loud, we
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| We popping pills, we getting high, this the life we live just to get by
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| I’m fly high, no coming down, I be in the clouds, no parachute
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| We fucked up on them drugs, to the point where a nigga gotta carry you
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| Let’s go |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song M.P.W.L., artist - Thug TherapyAlbum song B.A.R. (Bay Area Representatives), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп