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Verse 1
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Yo,
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this Virginia
Straight from the country,
right there wit my kinfolk
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Golds in my mouth and they
put 26's on Benzo's
They got weed but I've been dope
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Ratchet, nigga we act hood
But I'm getting money
Sippin and I'm faded, super medicated
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Said she wanna check the pole,
So I lay down and lay in
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all the way to the AM
Verse 2
More weed, roll it up
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Whoa there ho, you know wassup
bitch! Slow down
Pimps up, hoes down
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And this the life we chose
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swear I'm never going broke
And I'mma do this till I die
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And I ain't talking shit just cause I'm,
just cause I'm...
Verse 3
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Ok, wow, bow, look at me now,
chief like a Indian, talkin' in clouds
I'm talkin' to clouds
Off tree every night like I roam with the owls
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I super soak that ho,
show 'em no love just throw em a towel
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Still rockin' Louis Vuitton condoms, cause
I'm so fuckin' in style, wow
drove here, cab back
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Now knock that pussy out,
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yeah that's just a little cat nap
Hold up, hold up, woah,
don't be smokin' my shit
and she be smokin' my dick
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Verse 4
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More drink, pour it up
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Whoa there ho, you know wassup
bitch! Slow down
Pimps up, hoes down
And this the life we chose
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swear I'm never going broke
Em
And I'mma do this till I die
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And I ain't talking shit just cause I'm,
just cause I'm...
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(I'm
Verse 5
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Smoking, choking, always rollin' something
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I don't need a key to start my car bitch,
I just push a button
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Did a show and got a half a mill
and spent it like it's nothing
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Money flowing, never sober
Smoking till I got concussion,
Man I got a condo and got a big crib
Pounds all over my kitchen is
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If I ain't on the road gettin' it
Then I'm in the hood where
my niggas live
just bought a pound 'bout to finish it
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Now all my pasta got shrimp in it
You talk about and I'm living it
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Verse 6
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More drink, pour it up
More weed, roll it up
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Whoa there ho, you know wassup
bitch! Slow down
Pimps up, hoes down
And this the life we chose
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swear I'm never going broke
And I'mma do this till I die
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And I ain't talking shit just cause I'm,
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just cause I'm...
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(I'm high)
Verse 7
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Real nigga never frontin'
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'Cause when you got it all
Everybody want somethin'
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Middle finger in the air no fist pump
got this bitch jumping
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Ah! Finally got this bitch jumping
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