Lyrics:
Catch a Rémy Jones, hit the sto' and only flip a half pint
Nah-ah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Let my big cousin rock my Roley to the club tonight?
Nah,
GPT, Python does it all
And if you're not using it, then you're bound to fall (aye)
Let me tell you 'bout a game that's quite a thrill
A game of cards,
on me (what my wrist cost)
Two shows, one night, that's a eighty piece (yeah right)
Four Sprites, two pints, I pour eight a piece
Strapped up
Ayo real talk, 6ix
As soon as you played me this joint I already knew
Yo this some fucking, Last Call shit
And it got me hella excited 'cause I
brought zombies out
Bro, meet me in the A, let's have a Zombie File
I got a pint of Wockhardt Pharmaceuticals
Finna drink a whole ten, nigga, that's how I
they copy my style
To be frank I know that they all gonna lie
Don't need a clique I do me alone
You know I'm a pro, don't try this at home
Watch your lip
a chicken cutlet (Ayy)
And that bitch give me brain
Some damn gullet (Uh, huh)
Bitch, I post on the block, Luis Scola
(Swish)
Pour a pint of the Tris, in
ain't gon' be
Cool with the gang, you playing on me
So no more back and forth about this and that
No more tit for tat
What bitch is that? What nigga
On that shit till I die this shit never be over
She stay by my side it's just me and my clover
Can't take it she fast she told me fuck her slower
She ain't
hoo, hoo)
We know sey this life na turn by turn (Real one)
Nobody know asiko wey i'm own go come
That's why me I dey pray for blessing every day
On air
heard me going out sad that's a rumor
Outside in a drop head double R caught tumor
Bae I never lie I just never tell the whole thing
All theses double G's
babe
I'm gone have to drive you craze
This gone make me toxic babe
Can you tell me that you love me tho
With no game
If you play it adds fuel
that must be you
Body like the summer, fucking like no other
Don't you tell 'em what we do
Don't tell 'em, don't tell
'em, you don't even, don't tell 'em
Popping on the scene
All eyes on me
Throw a stack at the bar
And say it's all on me
Because all I really need
Is a pint of Hennessy and
I'mma get
Torso-Boy
So what's he complaining about?
Say, that reminds me of another amusing anecdote
This guy comes up to me on the street
And he tells he hasn't
fuck with me? Tell 'em, I'm waitin' for 'em
Who gon' to fuck with me, tell 'em I'm waiting for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, I got the blazer for 'em
Who
fuck with me? Tell 'em, I'm waitin' for 'em
Who gon' to fuck with me, tell 'em I'm waiting for 'em
Who gon' fuck with me, I got the blazer for 'em
Who
Tell me why
Tell me why, Tell me why, Tell me why, Tell me why
Tell me why you mad, nigga why you hating
Is it my whip or this bitch that i been dating
Hit it twice, and tell that bitch to leave her ones
Off them xannie bars, like we took a trip to Zanzibar
Like we took a trip, like we took a trip
that will be the same place you lay at
We been sipping drank by the pint since way back
We been candy paint on them 4s since they made that
Hop up in my
and watch 'em float away, ayy (that smoke)
Watch 'em float
I can take you anywhere that you wanna go
Can you dream?
Can you tell me how's it feel?
to JoJo & K-Ci
Drinkin' and sniffin' enough blow that it got me thinkin' I can exchange sicknesses
Maybe, this ebola for rabies
That's it, just livin'
Well, I'm sloppy drunk again, sleepin' all by myself
I say, "Woh, bring me another half of pint"
I say, "Woh, bring me another half of pint"
Well, I'm
that bad chick? That's all me I be in it
From the front and from the back
I say this and she do that
I step in, they like "Who dat?"
That's Meek Milli
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