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Yeah, getting more scrill, deal or no deal, uh |
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Yeah, chubby bags, heavy hustle, 'course the gang, uh |
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On and on, and on, and on and |
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We just drink and smoke until the morning |
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Your home girl's texting you, ignoring them |
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Hit the weed, giggle a little then you get horny |
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I hit the weed, get on my mission and then I'm going in |
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Knowing damn well they got boyfriends |
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Till they get the front door, asked her which floor I'm on |
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I'm at the top, polo socks and pajamas on |
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She smoke chronic, know the lyrics to all my songs |
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It's like I died and went to heaven, me and all my dogs |
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That's why we sip champagne till the bottles gone |
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Roll weed on ya, take the bitches, I don't follow y'all |
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I can never make up this if I wanted to |
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It's real talk what I'm saying to you |
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I don't wanna wake up knowing just one thought of you |
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Got me fallin', I can't get up |
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So will you co-star with me? 'Cause my life is like a movie |
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Champagne parties in my hotel |
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Her friends don't even smoke but they digging the smell |
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Ex boyfriend ringing ya cell but every effort to save you's to no avail |
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Nutting but starter's on my team, nigga, coach fail |
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And all we do is get high and watch Adult Swim |
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Relatively fly like a meteor or spaceship |
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Party every night and early morning get wasted |
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All the way 100, you others niggas are make shift |
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Roll that rapper weed, you smoke and don't wanna taste it |
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Let's face it, she wanna fly where the planes is |
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Got her testing out all of my trees, mint-flavors |
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She [Incomprehensible] the paper |
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I can never make up this if I wanted to |
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It's real talk what I'm saying to you |
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I don't wanna wake up knowing just one thought of you |
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Got me fallin', I can't get up |
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So will you co-star with me? 'Cause my life is like a movie |
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I can never make up this if I wanted to |
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It's real talk what I'm saying to you |
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I don't wanna wake up knowing just one thought of you |
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Got me fallin', I can't get up |
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So will you co-star with me? 'Cause my life is like a movie |
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We stay smoking that la, la, la, easy rider, joint roller, my 9 to 5 |
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You can prolly smell it in the car when we riding by |
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More like all the way up, we ain't kinda high |
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We more than fly, introduce you to the gang members |
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That's Taylor like blood, no gang members |
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No names enter and now you on champagne land |
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I'm on an island of hard liquor, it be fans, joint lit and guitar pickers |
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Going nowhere for awhile, I got good snickers |
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Now you wanna mingle, heard young single |
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Big face chips, baby, stack my Pringles |
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You call it tight, I say well fit |
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And we ain't taking no prisoners, now you jealous |
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In ya state please make sure the weed great |
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Fresh produce, purple and green crates |
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Groove, crisp bills in my jean pants |
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Telly room, prolly doing the Uncle Snoop dance, yeah |
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I can never make up this if I wanted to |
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It's real talk what I'm saying to you |
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I don't wanna wake up knowing just one thought of you |
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Got me fallin', I can't get up |
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So will you co-star with me? 'Cause my life is like a movie |
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I can never make up this if I wanted to |
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It's real talk what I'm saying to you |
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I don't wanna wake up knowing just one thought of you |
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Got me fallin', I can't get up |
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So will you co-star with me? 'Cause my life is like a movie |
