Lyrics:
judge me, baby
You would never judge me, baby
Bottle in my hand, my whiskey up high
Two hands to Heaven, coyotes run wild, oh (oh, oh)
God only, God
When I get older, grey in my hair
Many years from now
Would you still be sending me a valentine?
Birthday greetings? Bottle of wine?
If I'd been out
mind not feeling proud
Cause I've made mistakes that I can't replace
Yet erase or save some face
I need a break a quick escape
Me and this bottle got
on me
I got shit to do, I've got mouths to feed
Staring at the screen, so surreal
Let me bathe my mind in green
I feel so relaxed, I feel so relaxed
(RONNY808)
Bitch I'm Bangin in the paint
Bitches trynna sneaky link
Bitch I'm trynna break the bank
Money help me ease my pain
Brodie swerving off
Take my hands out my pockets you can see my thumbs
Both of them turned green from counting the ones
Memorized by the glory, word life
Cut off
bottle
I go full throttle
I go full throttle
Lookin at me
I ride her away
Chicks they be hollow
Shawty might swell up
I am the 1
I'm not the 2
That is
me along with my greens up like pot nickel
[Chorus: Cee-Lo]
Well, all I know
That I'd been down this road before
It ain't the first time, won't
Know who you with
By the time you see the sparkles
You already hit real shit
Similar but it's different
Drippin' instead of sippin'
For every bottle you
Double my cup, wait, Wock' on my seat (damn)
Switchin' these lanes, got her face by my knee (her head)
Two-hundred ain't shit to me (nothin', nigga)
I
sorrows, my friend is my bottle, and I'm not ok
And I be, all by myself, blacked out on top shelf, only freaky when your in me
And that I can't help, demons
Skiiiiiiiiii
And I feed the greens to the man dem
Girls like... in a the house like me
Man Dem, I fit to kill them
Shot them, whenever I get them
Man Dem, I fit
cuz know the cost of it
Girls love me I feed'em when I need'em cuz am cold when I roll deff be known for Ripping souls
And I'll rep it till casquet
have the weaka
Speak when spoken to, yeah I broke a few
And by the way I was hoping you
Had a freak for me and a freak for you
I make 'em do for us
You know I'm always on my paper chase
Always get my green, always on my lean
Me and Po-yo fixin to pop up on the scene
In a classic seat
Yeah that's
it up run it up yeah
We gone run them bands up now bring more bottles
Where the models , you know they follow
I'm bout a dollar, Dirt's what I holla
the team
Casamingos till I dream
Spending like it ain't a thing
Know what I mean?
I'll feed the niggas that's with me since day one
And all of my niggas is
Wake up, first thing
Dry mouth, I'm thirsty
Sandy, need water
Please pass me that bottle
Then come here and nurse me
I lay back on bottom, bikini she
Enemies fucking die
2 tone mother fuckers get hit everyday
I know something wrong with as far as what the eye can see
Acid gives me unwanted dreams
Bottle
Enemies fucking die
2 tone mother fuckers get hit everyday
I know something wrong with as far as what the eye can see
Acid gives me unwanted dreams
Bottle
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
a high I had poured up some green
It had fucked up my stomach ain't sip on it since
The more she be throwing that pussy at me
That's the more I'ma feel
of these bitches wanna be the new wifey but all of these bitches be cheatin'
All of these rappers I swear they watering down, on the chlorine
Feed me
my bread up
Slit that bitch off Hannah, Mjolnir strike that hammer
Hannah mon that tana, I get green like Banner
Three lines in the fanta, bottles
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