(Verse 1: B.o.B)
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She was already on deck fore I ever met er
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Young B.o.B in the building looking like Hugh Hefner on the surface
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Bounce with somebody, better tell er
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I don’t care what’s on yo mind, I just want yo cerebellum
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Yea but my team stay down through the stormy weather
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Back when we was hustling and nobody would help us
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Now we poppin bottles man, now we top shelfers
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We just knew that we would make it man, nobody could tell us nothing better
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Nothing a fortune teller couldn’t tell us
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As a youngin I never really cared for Christmas carols
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Now when you see my apparel I got several different levels
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Look at my wrist, bitch it’s levels to these bezels
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This whip is mine but I drive it like I stole it
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Flying down the interstate, lighting up a strong
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Hustle Gang on that mob shit, bring me my canoles
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Beating up the box, call me Oscar de la Hoya
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(Verse 2: August Alsina)
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I had one, two, three too many
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I'm fucked up, four chicks with me
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I'm loud, took about 5 shots
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6 bottles I just copped
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Twisted, turnt up, 24/7
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Thats more bad bitches I’m getting
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They know I hit em and quit em
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And go past what they came here for
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Baby can I see you make yo ass drop?
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I'mma let the Rose bottles pop
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I'mma sip this Roc, baby don’t stop
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Cause yo body on fire, you too hot
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(Pre-Hook)
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I can't feel my face
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I'm so numb
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I'm so wasted
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So dumb
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I'm shit faced it
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Just in case I don't make it
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(Hook x2)
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Take my drink, nigga I'm buzzin
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Take my trees, nigga I'm gone
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Take my keys, nigga it's nothing
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One of these chicks is taking me home
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(Verse 3: August Alsina)
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That little red bone said she’s taking me home
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Fine ass friend said she coming along
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Love in the morning, so I'm fuckin em strong
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I'mma beat em to sleep then I’m gone in the morning
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Hold up! I tell a bitch roll up
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Before I gotta roll out all I do is turn up
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Turn down fuck what, need another drink
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Baby go and pour up, money hungover
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So you know I gotta throw up the fetti
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So that they know that I’m ready
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To get em poppin and droppin the party never be stopping
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Cause I be keepin em rocking, you all these bitches be choosin
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Cause now they see that I’m winning like I’m allergic to losing and I
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(Pre-Hook)
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I can't feel my face
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I'm so numb
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I'm so wasted
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I'm shit faced it
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Just in case I don't make it
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(Hook x2)
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Take my drink, nigga I'm buzzin
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Take my trees, nigga I'm gone
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Take my keys, nigga it's nothing
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One of these chicks is taking me home
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(Verse 4: Yo Gotti)
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Getting high off the money, nigga yea I made it
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Just count a mill, nigga now I’m faded
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You know I’m unstoppable, I feel like Vegas
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Shout out to the hood ? ‘cause that’s who raised me
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Credit stacks in my pocket boy, that’s that kush
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If Shawty wanna fuck she gave me that look
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Hustler, you know everyone in the booth
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Pull up in the Rari, boy it’s only true
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That’s a white out, it’s a night out
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Putting money on the bar to get to bring yo light out
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I just wanna see your fireworks
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50 bottles, that’s like work
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I’m in the club, turn up
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(Hook x2)
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Take my drink, nigga I'm buzzin
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Take my trees, nigga I'm gone
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Take my keys, nigga it's nothing
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One of these chicks is taking me home
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(Outro)
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Nu ah ah ah ah ah umb
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Smoke until you go du ah ah ah ah ah umb
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Let’s drink until you go nu ah ah ah ah ah umb
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Smoke until you go du ah ah ah ah ah umb
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Drink until you go nu ah ah ah ah ah umb
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Smoke until you go du ah ah ah ah ah umb
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Let’s drink until you go nu ah ah ah ah ah umb
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Smoke until you go du ah ah ah ah ah umb
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Numb (Remix)
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| August Alsina |
