| What the fuck am I doing
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| Wake up in the morning who the fuck am I screwing
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| My partner on brown and you know I’m on white
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| You know its going down, I can do this all night
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| Gotta get to the paper one time for the haters
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| Money over bitches two times for the fakers
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| 'Cause even in the dark, baby I’mma shine bright
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| I’m way too gone, the best night of my life
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| Look, yeah, I said g-g-go DJ
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| See you got the Jizzle on replay
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| Just keep that Jizzle on repeat
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| It’s about the time everybody screams «Free Meech!»
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| Let’s take your bitch ass back to o five
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| Close your eyes, take a rough nigga look, Atlanta lights
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| Club vision, PJ in my hand, I’m on the couch
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| Man this nigga Meech just blew a quarter mil, he bought a house
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| Man you niggas gonna lace up your sneaks? |
| It’s time to ball
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| Presidential at the Swiss Hotel, makin' come alls
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| Posted up, all black in the back, a hundred deep
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| A hundred coupes posted up in the front, two-hundred seats
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| Man somebody call the IRS, too many lambos
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| I’m talking bottles and blunts, all you can handle
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| Them other niggas fakin and flaugin'
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| Man them real niggas do real things, let’s drink to that!
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| I’m way too gone, what the fuck am I doing
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| Wake up in the morning, who the fuck am I screwing
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| My partner on brown and you know I’m on white
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| You know its going down, I can do this all night
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| Gotta get to the paper one time for the haters
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| Money over bitches two times for the fakers
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| 'Cause even in the dark, baby I’mma shine bright
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| I’m way too gone, the best night of my life
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| I said I’m gone! |
| I’m going going gone!
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| Way this night going, man I won’t make it home
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| I’mma wake up in the room, wake up with a hangover
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| What I spent last night I could’ve bought a Range Rover
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| Got my Ray-bans on, yeah I see you haters
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| Keep doing what you doing, cause I need you haters
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| Say whats up to long stick, you can call it strong
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| If I had to name my money baby, I would call it long
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| Said I’m way too gone, I don’t see nobody
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| I ain’t even on the bill, I’m acting like it’s my party
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| Smell like I’m on fire, oh I’m just that hot
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| If I smoke another blunt, yeah I swear I’m gonna die
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| You can call the weed man, tell him bring another six
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| Yeah I know he just left, he gotta make another trip
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| So hot in here, feel like I’m gon' faint
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| Even though I’m past my limit, still think I’m gonna drink
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| I woke up early this morning
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| With three white girls wanna keep bonin'
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| I’m blowing money fast, so caught up in the moment
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| One time for the marks, two times for my homies
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| I’m a rock star every night, I’m a astronaut outta sight
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| Put Codeine in my Sprite, my wrist is full of ice
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| Don’t even know her name, just so caught in the hype
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| It’s OK baby, 'cause I’m a millionaire for life
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| I got bitches on my payroll, they come like Vanna White
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| On my Ethopia, we in Vegas so icy
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| Got a girl at home, I know I’m wrong it feels so right
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| On the first road, young i hope I roll on the second
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| We in the club with thugs, this must be heaven |