[verse 1:]
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Man I live up in B.R
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Ima die up in B.R
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I got shit to do today so I cant die until tomorrow
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I done stole a bag of dro Im gettin high til tomorrow
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Nigga play with me right now im bussin nine til tomorrow
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My shit got a bad motor i aint promised til tomorrow
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so as long as I got gas ima drive it til tomorrow
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lookin for a bitch thats bad so we can act until tomorrow
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put that hoe up on this dro and beat that ass until tomorrow
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Baby momma ass just gonna be mad until tomorrow
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me and boosie rollin guards and acting bad til tomorrow
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how bout we get pessy drunk and then stagger until tomorrow
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yo bitch tight, I wantta me borrow her, let me have her til tomorrow
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dont give a fuck about who smellin when its comin out ya car
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Im inhalin and exhalin gettin blunted til tomorrow
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lets go posted up at the spot and make some change til tomorrow
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if im laid shit i might do the same thang tomorrow
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[chorus: (x4)]
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Laid way back behind black gettin blowed
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full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes
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[verse 2:]
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I was spose to go drop my red bone off or not
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for some fit she trynna cop said she need right now
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what had happen was I had stopped by my nigga B spot and he had a big blunt of that dro and I forgot
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I was spose to go to the studio I got some hits to drop
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but a bitch had hit me on the phone and told me to come pick her up
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cuz how she fuck my dick got hard
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she tellin me how she so wide
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she took those draws off and I forgot
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went to check the mailbox
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some sepeana from the mothafucka
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tellin me my court date in 2 weeks for beatin on my older woman
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showed up at that hoe apartment
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smokin somethin ran into her
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put it in her mouth and charges dropped
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man you know a nigga
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[chorus: (x4)]
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[verse 3:]
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When I walk up in the mall with that big ass stack
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fresh kicks fresh boes with the jersey to match
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you know I got to do it big nigga give me the hat
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manager comin out the back cuz all he smell is that dro
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when I go and see my hoes my eyes be all low
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my clothes be full of smoke they mommas be knowin Im blowed
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them ghetto mommas dont trip they be askin you got some mo
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let her momma hit the dro and all she smell is that dro
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when I hit the club they can tell
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cuz Im puttin it in the air
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hoes ask can they hit niggas askin is it for sale
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security dont be trippin they puttin in tne air
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when you in here thats all you smell high dro is what we smokin
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when we be
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[chorus: (x4)]
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Laid Way Back
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| Webbie |
