| Early night jumping out the Porsche
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| Joyrich hoodie and sweats, smoking as good as it gets
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| Life of the party, know I get it started
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| I take a shot you take a shot, I roll a joint you roll a joint
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| Let’s turn this spot into a after-party
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| Ain’t heard about me you should ask somebody
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| We play the music off our iPhones
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| Gon' light that weed up, nobody home and plus were growing
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| Young nigga with gin in this red cup
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| Turning up cause we don’t give a fuck and only ones that gets us is us
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| Toking 'till I’m glaze, rolling smoking blaze
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| Rock expensive J’s, glad I brought my shades
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| Got a bottle somebody gave me, and another one I saved that I bought on the way
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| Now that’s faded, pour a shot cause' we made it
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| Two shots if you’re feeling good, middle finger if you hate it
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| Got fly as I wanted to
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| Got high as I wanted to
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| Couldn’t lie if I wanted to
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| Couldn’t drive if I wanted to
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| I got two shots another one poured
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| 'Bout to roll a joint and it’s going down
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| I got Bombay in the bottom of my cup
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| Faded but I got enough to go around
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| I got shoes on you can’t find em in the store
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| Pound of weed you can smell it by the door
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| Palm trees you can have this all season
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| I’m balling and the niggas running with me
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| Is ready for whatever (x4) |