| Uh, line full of bitches
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| hard fine bitches
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| the shit that I'm smokin' got me higher than tuition
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| wanna know whats goin' on let me paint a picture
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| and if ya ain't around lemme give ya a description
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| corks everywhere, hoes everywhere
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| loud music playin' heavy smoke in the air
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| its cups everywhere, flashin' lights
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| bottles of Patron, sittin' in the ice like..
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| Its a celebration
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| bottles by the cases
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| tonight we goin' all get wasted
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| then we goin' take off like spaceships
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| Oh, and I don't really want her to leave
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| Order bottle after bottle
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| She say she cant drink, ay shut up bitch swallow
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| (we gon' drink the night away, we gon' drink the night away)
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| Ah Mr. Rose Raw
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| 2 piece suit cuff link on the arm
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| Sex on the beach and some shots for these broads
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| And bring the biggest bottle of Moet for my dawgs
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| We on the couch leanin' on the wall
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| My old bitch hit me said I seen you with them hoes
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| but I'm turnt up so a nigga lost his phone
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| I gotta find a freak take her home
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| hit the light like uhhhh
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| same day different chick ya'll
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| took girls all around the world up on Crenshaw
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| in and out the crib back and forth like ping pong
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| me and Game got the hoe jumpin' Kriss Kross
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| I'm the shit so piss off
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| better yet, find me somethin' to piss on
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| I'm too drunk, how I take it this far
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| wake up, and do it all again tomorrow
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| Its a celebration
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| bottles by the cases
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| tonight we gon' all get wasted
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| then we gon' take off like spaceships
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| but I don't really want her to leave
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| Uh, order bottle after bottle
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| she say she cant drink, ay shut up bitch swallow
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| (we goin drink the night away, we goin drink the night away)
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| Uh, uh sicker than cancer
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| colder than Aspen
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| west side ridin' wit Tyga
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| Tiger fur inside the Aston
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| Martin dependin' on who askin'?
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| got so many chickens, all my birds in one basket
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| and that's a coupe for you, retract the roof for you
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| its a Doggy Dog world, and I can call Snoop for ya
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| uh that's gangsta, that's fly
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| yo baby mamas mama would say I'm one hell of a guy
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| why do I start beefs, why do I drop Phantoms
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| why I got 7 houses but none in Atlanta
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| (that's stupid)
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| nah nigga smarter than Bill Gates
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| clap ya hands I do it
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| with the sound that still make
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| I know the real Weezy, introduce you to the real Drake
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| my hoes more patient that Detox fans, they will wait
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| for me to go um, 10 times platinum
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| and cop more Patron and hatin' niggas imagine
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| Its a celebration
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| tonight we gon' all get wasted
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| then we goin' take off like spaceships
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| but I don't really want her to leave
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| don't leave, don't be scared
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| It ain't a game, meet me in the bed
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| and we gon' drink the night away
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| ohh I don't really want you to leave baby
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| Wooah, I don't really want you to leave
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| come celebrate with me baby |