| Red wine for the bitches
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| Cognac for my niggas
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| Mind on my riches
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| (Verse)
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| Pourin Burgundy I get decent
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| Recent pictures of me Meandering about
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| Vitamin C like a mandarin, complete thesis
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| Written well, you could tell just what I’m about
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| Michigan, we like the Yucatan peninsula
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| The black Yukon, apply a pin filled vest
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| Down field, no downfall, you know me know
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| Yukon potato on a 40 cow
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| Sour milk gets spilled
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| Split cream, split piece too
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| Coopers, couple chicks slippin outta slips, oops
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| Slippery slopes, hope I let em slide
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| Swim against the tide, a landslide
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| Hold the lance like Lancelot
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| A lot of knights at the round table, stable as Camelot
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| The watch will lock em and I’m outdoor
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| LL beam of ink, sweater on jeans
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| Looking better on Onto better shit, I know I’m stubborn
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| No confederate, holding on to my old ways
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| Every time I sway I gotta pay
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| I came in sayin I’m goin out the same way
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| Pay me no mind but pay homage
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| Honor is important, I’m honest
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| The cottage hen, Amly was Amish
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| I’m just a Michigan nigga who wanted more
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| Forfeit never, way too formidable
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| Awkward wordsmith
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| Willie The Kid, Smithsonian
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| Purple ring bitches, apollonian
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| More working and less talking
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| More bitches and less bitch niggas
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| Niggas catch feelings when you do em like they do you
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| Who knew? |
| Side effects of their own medicine, it’s voodoo
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| (Hook x2)
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| Red wine for the bitches
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| Cognac for my niggas
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| Mind on my riches
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| And the great outdoors
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| And the great outdoors |