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I'm on that soon as it hit me I don't know how to act |
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If I take another shot down I may have a heart attack |
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Fuck it grab a bottle off of that Tequila shelf |
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I'll show you what the game is, I don't blame you if you feel yourself |
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Turn it up turn it back Go on and feel yourself |
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Pick it up bring it back. Go on and feel yourself |
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Ladies stand up, fellas put your hands up |
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Go on and feel yourself, feel yourself and feel yourself! |
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(Indian hook) x3 |
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I ride out |
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Suicide doors, let's ride out |
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My night out |
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Fucked up till its lights out |
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I'm Blacked out, wasted |
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Tryna' get up, I'm faded |
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So dilapidated, America's most hated |
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You drunk right? |
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Turn into a crunk night |
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Work it up and bar fight |
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Socking till you gone right |
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Blame it, all of that liquor |
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We be swerving, all of that liquor |
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Blurry, all of that liquor |
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Cuz' we be slurring all of that liquor |
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I'm on that soda hey hey |
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I Don't know how to act |
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If I take another shot down I may have a heart attack |
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Fucking grab a bottle off of that Tequila shelf |
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I'll show you how the game is, I don't blame you if you feel yourself |
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From the bed to the bed. Go on and feel yourself |
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Kick it up bring it back. Go on and feel yourself |
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Ladies stand up, fellas put your hands up |
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Come on and feel yourself, feel yourself and feel yourself! |
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(Indian hook) x3 |
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So torn |
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Took More shots than world war |
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No drawers, it's all down girls that's sore |
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Feel no pain, let it rain |
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Breathe smelling like propone |
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Oh man, I'm coming down |
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Turn it down another round |
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Laying up, smoke loud |
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Fucked up, drunk crowd |
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Hands up, what now? |
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Stand up, get down |
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Amen, smoking |
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Lame men, toking |
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Swerving, joking |
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Jerking, focus |
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I'm poppin' shit until I feel it |
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Lean Brooke and I'm real in |
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Set the scene I'm stealin |
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I wanna get fucked up |
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Walk in and I get wrecked up |
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Time to fuck the function up |
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Break it down, and turn it up |
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Grip it, rip it red light |
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Tip it, sip it, say it right |
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Hit it, give it head like |
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Kill it 'til it dead right? |
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I'm setting fire to liars |
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I'm fucking Jerry Macguire |
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I'm fucking wired, get higher |
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You tired? Retire |
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Turn me on I'm a radio, I'm faded tho |
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Turn me on I'm a radio, I ain't afraid though |
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Turn me on I'm a radio, I ain't afraid though |
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Turn me on I'm a radio, I ain't afraid though |