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I'm in this mothafucker doing what I wanna Ten bottles, teb bitches, go with my persona Pull up in that Enzo then I do donuts I'm that cool, cashews, make 'em all go nuts (Baby got ass, I need me a shot of that Lil mama get gangsta for me, stuff it in your Prada bag) That's right, she's got something that I wanna see That's right, so if she leave, she fucking with me That's life, twerk something, work something, hurt something She wanna check, check this shit out like a verse coming They rip their neck and run their mouth when they heard something Dre dropped another one and fucked around and murdered something Club filled with dead bodies If not then you a zombie, I'm not gonna feel sorry You pass out from it, get drunk, get blunted Do what you wanna do, drug test on you Lotta money when I talk Big mills, big deals 'bout a hundred in a vault Sit still, that real, lotta haters throw salt They lost big Game give a f*ck how you feel I fear she just might just pop that pill And feel on me all night till the tip spill Tip scales with her waistline, sex with the bass line She gon' f*ck a snare drum one drink at a time Blow right, hoes fight over my name I got my dough right, hustle running all in my veins It's forty days, forty nights if I'm making it rain I reign supreme, a bottle and some bomb-ass weed and we good If you got drugs in this motherfucker Let me see your hands in the air Narcotics in the club and the ladies love us So let's get high off something High of something, high of something 'til your mothafucking brain don't function High of something, high of something Fireworks when I spark, yellow tape Lotta chalk thought you said you a boss Big deal, bitch chill, pulling out that black card Showin' off big spendin', letting alcohol spill I feel she might just get too faded X-rated that's what I like glad that you made it To this ceremony at hand, take a sip lets plan For the future, introduce you to Snoop get you right and May I, kick a little something for G's and Make a few ends as I breeze through? The shit on my hip is a fucking preview And guess what it lead to If you got drugs in this motherfucker Let me see your hands in the air Narcotics in the club and the ladies love us So let's get high off something High of something, high of something 'til your mothafucking brain don't function High of something, high of something Yeah DJ Khalil lets go
Written by: JAYCEON TAYLOR, CALVIN BROADUS, STANLEY BENTON, SYLVESTER JORDAN JR., BRIAN HONEYCUTT, JERMAINE COLE, EARL HAYES, KHALIL ABDUL RAHMAN, DANIEL TANNENBAUM, KENDRICK LAMAR
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