| It’s holiday season, bitch
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| Whatup Jerm? |
| It’s Cabin Fever
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| Hundred bottles we poppin'
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| Probably won’t even finish it
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| Ya’ll niggas just be talkin
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| My niggas really livin it
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| Pussy niggas be targets
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| Point em' out And we hittin em' then
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| Spending all of this money
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| Just to say that we did this shit
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| Just to say that we did this shit
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| Hundred bottles we poppin'
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| Ya’ll niggas just be talkin
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| Pussy niggas be targets
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| Just to say that we did this shit
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| Hahaha, ooh
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| I made it in I hope I make it out
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| Just bought a pound, bout to bake it out
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| Put a hundred in bout to take it out
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| (Put a hundred in bout to take it out)
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| Goin down like mayday while I’m rollin up that K
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| Smoking you know I got that dope there’s no two ways about it
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| Rolled up a car full of soldiers
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| Club owners know I’m bout it
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| Niggas keep talkin' and hatin'
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| Ain’t my birthday but I’m cakin'
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| Sayin' that we fam no relation
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| Ain’t in that line that you wait in
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| Drinkin' my eyes like a Asian’s
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| Smokin just like a Jamaican
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| Take all that time that you wastin'
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| Porsche 9/11, persuasions
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| You need that motivation
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| That big boat on location
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| Rollin' up that medication
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| Gettin' money conversations
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| You know you wanna hop up on this dick ho
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| Joint full of bomb, bout to explode
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| Molly got me on another zip-code
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| Takin' shot after shot, bout to get low
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| Ground pound with the wild out
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| Money talk I just dialed out
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| Fresh man, so styled out bitch, don’t you see this?
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| If you lookin for a genius?
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| Dirty money hit the cleaners
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| Gin got me leanin wiz I’m through this time I’m heated
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| When I talk I really mean it
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| If I ain’t done it I done seen it
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| Bitch we on you best believe it
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| Way to bring back the singles
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| Lame old shams though
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| If you ain’t tryna ball what you playin' for? |