With a mic, bitch, and I'm ice, bitch
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Six rings, yeah, I'm on that mic shit
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But I hit her two weeks ago
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Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke
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Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke
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Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke
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But I hit her two weeks ago
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Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke
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With a mic, bitch, and I'm ice, bitch
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Six rings, yeah, I'm on that mic shit
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But I hit her two weeks ago
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Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke
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Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke
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Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke
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But I hit her two weeks ago
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Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke
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On a mic, bitch and I'm ice, bitch
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Six rings, yeah, I'm on that mic shit
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Straight thug, nigga, most of my life's spent
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Was on that black top, working that white bitch, yeah
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It was just fine and a little bit of zippy
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Got a plug and my home boy chipped in
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I was gonna set the team when I bagged her
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High rich, working motherfucker rich team
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Turned up to be turned down
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It's what kush it's for, we got burned down
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I got a muddy cup and that Texan dope
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That good smoke from that Oaktown Beach
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100 pounds from the hood where they caught me
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Hit 'em with a ski mask, nigga lost me
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I don't trigger these hoes but I will pay your broke bitch to bag her for me
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Drop and draws off I call that talking
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House on my nick, I call that balling
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True shit it ain't shit like a new bitch
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My old hoes, I don't call them off
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Drop and draws off I call that talking
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House on my nick, I call that balling
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True shit it ain't shit like a new bitch
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Old hoes, I don't call them off
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With a mic, bitch, and I'm ice, bitch
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Six rings, yeah, I'm on that mic shit
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But I hit her two weeks ago
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Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke
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Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke
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Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke
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But I hit her two weeks ago
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Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke
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With a mic, bitch, and I'm ice, bitch
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Six rings, yeah, I'm on that mic shit
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But I hit her two weeks ago
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Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke
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Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke
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Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke
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But I hit her two weeks ago
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Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke
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I hit her two weeks ago, got hit in the G before
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Straight bought with this sloppy top, man
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This bitch was a freaky hoe
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Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke
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Hurry up, man, we beat it, though
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When she ask me to eat it
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I told her take it and leave it, hoe
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'Cause this paper shit in my bones
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Million cash on my mind, bitch
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Snowflakes when it's cold, gold fees on my grind, bitch
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Straight hand to hand, East side, on my land I'm the man
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Learn how to shuffle up them cookies
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Got to let a man drive by the fair
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We keep that chopped up in plastic
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Gotta find a new place to stash it
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Once I ran through my pack, hit the club, balled up like a draft
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We keep that chopped up in plastic
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Gotta find a new place to stash it
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Once I ran through my pack, hit the club, balled up like a draft
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With a mic, bitch, and I'm ice, bitch
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Six rings, yeah, I'm on that mic shit
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But I hit her two weeks ago
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Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke
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Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke
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Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke
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But I hit her two weeks ago
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Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke
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With a mic, bitch, and I'm ice, bitch
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Six rings, yeah, I'm on that mic shit
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But I hit her two weeks ago
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Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke
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Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke
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Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke
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But I hit her two weeks ago
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Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke
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Paper
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| Freddie Gibbs |
