(Pre-Chorus)
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Spark that, light it up,
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Sip alone, turn it up,
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Party don't stop, roll it up,
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I'm on the elevator high, I'm going up.
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I'm going up, I'm going up, yeah yeah.
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(Chorus)
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We gonna need another pound, another pound,
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Tell em, we gonna need another pound, another pound.
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Anotha for you and her, and her and her
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And you and her, and her and her.
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Anotha for you and her, and her and her
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It's what you need, hit me up and imma serve.
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They don't want no red wine nor champagne,
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Ain¡¯t fucking with no bright lines, no cocaine,
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Ain¡¯t looking for a Louie, purple rain,
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Got em feeling so good, baby coming back again.
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(Verse)
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Look, we like women, imma need some obsture
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And I just sold em both come and think about it.
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Back and forth from the bank, it ain't plenty profit
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And I got a pound on me like the trippy topper.
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And some sticky, sober with the smell
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Louder than the yale, roll the flower in the hell
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For the homies who in white, locked, doing life,
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So freaks is role the dope, so we can smoke and cure tonight.
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Yeah, I'm talking pour some, no did it,
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I'm bout to crush some so pretty,
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With my ground we're getting head at the same time,
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Grab a blunt and twist it with my bang like the gang sign
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Then I
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(Pre-Chorus)
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Spark that, light it up,
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Sip alone, turn it up,
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Party don't stop, roll it up,
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I'm on the elevator high, I'm going up.
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I'm going up, I'm going up, yeah yeah.
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(Chorus)
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We gonna need another pound, another pound,
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We gonna need another pound, another pound.
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Anotha for you and her, and her and her
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And you and her, and her and her.
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Anotha for you and her, and her and her
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It's what you need, hit me up and imma serve.
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They don't want no red wine nor champagne,
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Ain¡¯t fucking with no bright lines, no cocaine,
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Ain¡¯t looking for a Louie, purple rain,
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Got em feeling so good, baby coming back again.
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(Verse)
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I roll one for the dear homies,
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They're doing time in the fair homies,
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Breathe on me like lunch meat, something sweet
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And my double style, phone cups, yep
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And I'm stucked, but somewhere on the floor is where imma wind up,
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Someone grab control and pass me a grinder
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I'm bout to grab the mama and bad chick behind her,
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Let em know it's time to
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(Pre-Chorus)
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Spark that, light it up,
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Sip alone, turn it up,
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Party don't stop, roll it up,
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I'm on the elevator high, I'm going up.
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I'm going up, I'm going up, yeah yeah.
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(Chorus)
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We gonna need another pound, another pound,
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Tell em, we gonna need another pound, another pound.
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Anotha for you and her, and her and her
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And you and her, and her and her.
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Anotha for you and her, and her and her
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It's what you need, hit me up and imma serve.
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They don't want no red wine nor champagne,
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Ain¡¯t fucking with no bright lines, no cocaine,
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Ain¡¯t looking for a Louie, purple rain,
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Got em feeling so good, baby coming back again.
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Anotha LB
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Short Dawg |