[Intro]
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Yeah... Domo Genesis
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"Rolling Papers"
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I'm high as fuck on this one, heh heh
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Yeah... [coughing] yo
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[Domo Genesis]
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Maybe it's all this smoke in me that's loc'n me, got me thinkin ocean deep
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Always want it close to me, I'm driftin in this potency
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If you niggaz cool, then ain't no one in here as cold as me
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Domo Genesis, Hodgy Beats and Mike fuckin G
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Appropriately fuckin beats, MP3s all in my sheets
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Bustin on the bitches, wipe me down and put it on repeat
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Hot shit like Mexicans sittin on toilet seats
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And I'ma keep it G cause that is all I had a choice to be (Wolf Gang)
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Fuck lovers, play fight with rubbers
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Wolf Gang I hunt her, then feed it to my brothers
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Eat big for supper, scrape plates of butter
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All to keep that green bouncin in like Flubber (nigga what?)
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Sweet shit, we spit, these is, Reese's Pieces
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Sweet hit, we shit, these bricks, we disrespect
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Fuck a beat
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I'ma be sick, Domo G shit, fuck with me
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[Chorus]
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I'm drunk, rollin through the interstate
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Peddle to the metal on these bitches while they niggaz hate
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I'm buzzin, this is how it goes in my life
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Fuckin all these niggaz' hoes while you masturbate
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I'm tipsy, wild as I want to be
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About thirty feet deep darin any nigga to fuck with me
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I'm fucked up, drinkin off this beer umm
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Nigga I'm drunk
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[Domo Genesis]
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I swear, last year they ain't know about Domo, bro
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Now they all lined up for the Domo show
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I don't need much, give me beats and an ounce of 'dro
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My main bitch, we just sit and watch the dollars grow
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like a hate plantation, and I just been waitin
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for my season and watch them crops start flakin
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If I'm awakened, more than likely I am bakin
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Watch the world fall into my hands, I am Hatian
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I just got a dollar and a dream
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I mean a wallet full of green and a pocket full of steam
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Man I've been on the scene with the hardest of the teams (whattup)
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Me and my goals, ain't no stoppin in between (nope)
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I gotta keep it clean, I'm fly by any means (what else)
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High in the air on a Rocket, Yao Ming
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Middle finger up, fuck what y'all think (fuck you niggaz)
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Middle finger up, fuck what y'all think (uhh)
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[Chorus]
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[Mike G]
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See we beyond def, so for respect O.F.'ll never need a pass
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Far from the average that the most will probably see me as
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I'm elevated, these niggaz don't want to step up
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I spit bullets see that's a real audio tech, huh?
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But I ain't aimin, don't let it hit you
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and have me lookin' for a place to put the bodies when I'm through
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He bluffin, I might shoot - fuck it I'm like you
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cause then again, a gun ain't the weapon I might choose
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I'm a regulator, a hater decapitator
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Just after sunset it's murder on a elavator
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So, be scared when you see them Wolves mobbin
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After all you prima donnas like Hoskins
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Trompin, no lust I, give no warnings
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Stil ill, will, kill, I'm stompin
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Hot boxes don't stop my nigga I gotta fight on
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Rasta Mike G, I'm a lion, right on
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[possibly Tyler]
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Yeahhhh
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This is, what you put your favorite shit on to
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Cruise around the city, wit'cho bitch
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Roll a J to it, and enjoy life
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"Rolling Papers," Wolf Gang
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[repeat 2X progressively going slower]
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I don't know 'bout what you heard about cash, but
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My niggaz get money, nigga get money
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I don't know 'bout what you heard about ass, but
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Domo Genesis got them honies, we got them honies
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They up in the Jeep smoking hydro
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I'm like crazy bitch, she like I know
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Yeah, homey we gon' ride slow
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Odd Future, I shoot ya, die slow
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Drunk
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| Domo Genesis |
