| The minute I wake up I gotta get high
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| The homies we found us a way to get by
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| Lets call us some bitches and have a good time
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| A lot of bottles of Vodka as we forget time
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| Lets clean up the Chevy so we can ride by
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| Quick piece of pussy call it a drive by
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| I’ma slide by sippin on that high life
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| And my slippers jack triple where my five light
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| As a all-star I made so many highlights
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| Touchdown field goal this my night
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| She the wild type ready for the wild night
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| Are you the buy type, hangin at the bar type
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| I hope you are 'cause that mean a player all right
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| Smokin like a Taylor so the paper is all white
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| Tryna to land a plane baby are you really gain
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| Back to the future me and Wiz got this thing sayin'
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| I stay high while ya’ll stay low
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| Tryna tell me 'bout the smell I know
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| But I stay red form all that smoke
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| The weeds with me everywhere I go
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| And ya’ll can roll, woah woah woah woah woah woah woah oh oh oh
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| And ya’ll can roll, woah woah woah woah woah woah woah oh oh oh
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| And ya’ll can roll
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| I got yo girl diggin all in my ash tray
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| Dickin her down for the few past days
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| She asked the name of my sneakers, are they designer?
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| Shawty green as the reefer even the grinder
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| Fuckin like it’s a porn in my recliner
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| Lookin straight in the eyes, they show vagina
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| She’s a lair but damn she does it well
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| We on fire imagine what it’ll sell
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| All my homies are people that I admire
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| Small click of real niggas smokin that fire
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| Holdin' my dick until the day that I expire
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| We and Wiz in the benz gettin' higher
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| I’m in the right pair of Nike Airs
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| From gravel to marble I travel light years
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| I’m like chyea I’ma chill right chea
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| Like the Mack 11 on me nigga no fear
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| Skateboard aboard to Panamerica
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| I make more abroad than in America
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| Waitin' for the day Bob rose from the dead
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| In hd as I take an ounce to the head |