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Drunk till death yeah the name rings bells when you hear it, |
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All your favourite bands in it, |
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We been round for a minute. |
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Brotherhood, Crew, whatever you wanna call it. |
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Just a bunch of drunk ****s but we be about our bidnit. |
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4204 on my face, I do that for my brothers. |
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Drinkin' gin in the gutter scheming how to make some butter |
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Then we bring home the bread, got them bitches givin' head. |
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Drunk till death in this bitch shit we run this mother****er. |
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If you got love for us let me hear it, |
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DTD! |
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If you hold it down for us let me see it, |
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DTD! |
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If you catch us at the bar, |
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Line them ****in' shots up, |
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Then we to the next spot. |
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DTD step in the club they like, |
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Oh ohhh. |
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Drunk till death love us or hate us we don't give a ****. |
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You can hate all you want but the party won't stop till we ****in' say so, |
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Yo we hear to get ****ed, |
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Run a muck, chat some bitches up drop a couple bucks. |
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DTD on my hand, I do that for my fam, |
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Cause I'm proud of every single mother ****er in my clan. |
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One for all, all for one, |
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Yeah you know we all in way past last call, |
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Till the bitter ****in' end. |
