Lyrics:
get fucked
We be drinking drdrdrinking drinking 'til we get drunk
So Chug,Chug,Chug,Chug
It started off with just us being bored, when that 40oz bottle
Nahwhatimean? We about to get it popping, let's go!
Yo! Yo!
Tell your crew to be easy, niggaz run around
With them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay
Get word
that my fuckin' glass is full so
It's like a message in a bottle
My lyrics sealed so you can't even follow
You ain't gonna know shit the second I close
people that put me upon the pedestal
You got me thinking like how the fuck I attracted you
Had to get it out the mud by my lonely I'm feeling red to you
I
you'll get greeted
By the 380 colt mustang in my pocket
I had a few drinks already, don't make me cock it
Cause if I have to cock it, well then it's
non-existent bitches missin'
I gave it Robert Rudolf
Or Puss in boots with his boots off
I had a new boss
Check the southern slang boy gotta troop drawn
Puttin' a clip in it
Trimmin' it off the women
I'm swimming
It's odd to me your words are kind of drippin'
I'm trippin'
Your flow's non-existent bitches
never be hot so my jacket is chilling
Wang I finesse I might jump on a Gucci to flex
But it's savage by strokes and I kill it
Coolest DJ told me get it I
all on my haters (woo)
Presidential is rose gold, say it's time to get paper (woo)
Glock ten with that laser (yeah), fuck around meet yo maker (ha)
automatic kicking like soccer
Bottles popping it's popping, twenty bitches around us
I just slide her the numbers, so if she hit me I count her
I canary
P]
Life to me ain't nothing but bitches and money
[Master P and DJ scratching]
Life..life...life...life
every last one of 'em
It's gettin' crowded in here, some acts got to go
Let's start by eliminatin' groups that can't flow
I better meal my deal, my
outside your house like, "Ho, what's up?"
You the type of bitch to let the nigga ride all in your car (skrrt, hahaha)
Niggas can't get shit from me,
Baby, please don't get it confused, I come from the hard knocks
You can ask my DJ, I've got it on lock
I be yelling out Slick Rick, knock him out the box
a Casamigo-la
1942 like it's World War 2
Like I bought you a Drac' you get shot out the blue (go)
I'm off the X, drinkin', liquor like water (poof)
.48 make
to the hood crib now she gobble gobbles
Started with no endz now these bitches wanna follow
Oh we bout to dip? Hol' On bitch let me bless the bottle
Pulled up
seen too many bottles and bitches
Who fuckin' wit' it?
You're behind me and don't ever forget it
I finally hit it
Yeah, they hate me, I don't get it...
[Girl]
Hold up, hold up is that who I think it
Is coming in here
[Girl #2]
Girl That's Cassidy
[Girl]
Hold on lets go to the dressing room
Get our
They gotta pay to get a show we bring the realest in here
We got a lot more shit in stored we as big as it get
We then bought all the damn bottles and we
price get this low
See I cop em' in Atlanta bring em' back to Alabama Avenue
And tell them niggas "come and get it let's go"
Fifty in the Mac take em'
And there is no reason at all why
You can't leave here with me
In the meantime
Stay and let me watch you break it down
And dance gonna be okay (Oh oh)
Da da
in the ground, it's more problems
More money, more problems
More bitches, more bottles
More bottles, more bitches
More money, more problems
I
cheese
So let's talk about Swizz (Swiss)
No, let's not make up a whole bunch
Of lies to get by Cass'
No he didn't sign you over me
Let's not lie Cass'
When
Yeah
Yeah
Pain in my heart
So much pain in my heart
Look, started from the bottom, we was just tryna get to the top (uh huh)
I love my niggas,
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