It's a quarter to eight, I'm feeling great
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I'm in my straight A cruising the streets
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I'm smoking dough with the bros and some hoes
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And we rolling on E
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That pole up, heaven is sleepy
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Throw me, have a nigga tweaking
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We get bands and bands, more bands
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In place you ain't never been, all my niggas know it's real
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I say
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Always smoke it loud, ain't I quiet
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Catch it up and light it then we hit them off, ain't that a bitch
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I just wanna count bands smoked up
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And the kush I smoke so strong
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It'll make a nigga cough, long gone
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Baby, I just wanna get bands smoke up
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In foreign cars riding around town
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Gucci, Louis down, smoking out the pound
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If your bitch bad I might drive
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Chose my shots, invite her over, do the motherfucker up
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I, I wanna do something freaky to you, babe
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Don't think she heard me
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I wanna do something freaky to you, babe
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They call me KING, about my Benjy
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LP, blow pow, bitch, I smoke plenty
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I'm so MOB, a bitch won't get any
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THING from me, you niggas stay squarer than Gandhi
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Around but it on me, your bitch on me, horny
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Always smoke it loud, ain't I quiet
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Catch it up and light it then we hit them off, ain't that a bitch
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I just wanna count bands smoked up
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And the kush I smoke so strong
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It'll make a nigga cough, long gone
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Baby, I just wanna get bands smoke up
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Now tell me why the fuck you smoking Benjy
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No 80, four plus three, we just roll 93
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No 80, four plus three, we just roll 93
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No 80, four plus three, we just roll 93
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Nice & Slow
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| King Louie |
