[Aqualeo]
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Give it up u cant see what I see don’t strang
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U focasin’ to hard they say only i contain
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All I need is da fire sweet and sip purple lane
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And den meet dat boy and fever fever throw flames
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Considerin dat ma compation of all lanes
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In dis whole industrie thang is just all games
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ma scoop stays focused even at a far range
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i see it all even if it a small change
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fever rappin this start stay it always
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home of tha ball fase and da scare face
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home of tha well known sippin tha barre kaze
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and if u rommin tha streets u flippin on crome blaze
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i gotta rap for ma city cuz they act like tha A-trial
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Harsh instead of big lacs on skates
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With them costumized plates and the music real slow
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Ain’t no fallers here agreein’ the only haters we role
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[Chorus]
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Sure as I live, I know Imma die
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So Imma sip every day N get high
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La-la-la-la-la-la-la [2x]
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So you better get yours, coz Imma get mine
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Imma get ya for yours when I’m outgettin’ mine
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La-la-la-la-la-la-la [2x]
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[Paul Wall]
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- Swisha house, Paul Wall, Aqualeo ?
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I’m coming straight out of the city of grain grippers and drank sippers
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Candy paint drippin’ of the frame when we lane switchin’
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We eased dressed buyin’ dozen in that purple stuff
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Grippin’ that 16 Luke gone of that puff puff
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I’m from the home of the screw tapes that chop-chop
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Rear end and trunk poppin’ lil’ mammies that tell ur pop
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But I don’t blame ‘em, if you broke you lazy
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Coz one way or another I’m gon get my baby
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That boy fever got patrone and price just got the dro’
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Gon pop the seal open in this power of foe
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I’m sippin’ on that texas teeth, that ??, that drank
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We bank take lill’ bank in the home of the candy paint
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It’s the swisha house, Paul Wall, Aqualeo
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Sittin’ sideways still tippin’ on them 84’s
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I’m in the slab slidin’ off like a hockey puck
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Trunk pop swingin’ with a full white cup
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[Chorus]
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Sure as I live, I know Imma die
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So Imma sip every day N get high
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La-la-la-la-la-la-la [2x]
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So you better get yours, coz Imma get mine
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Imma get ya for yours when I’m outgettin’ mine
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La-la-la-la-la-la-la [2x]
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In this game of life I’m rolin’ bad gettin’ high as I pray
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Thanking the lord I’m blessed to see this sky today
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Smoke blows in the wind as I feather flowin’ the brease
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I’m blowin’ a twin, sellin’, feelin’ as high as the trees
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The sun is shining, and the girls are looking so good
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Flossin’ the chrome, you know a player stays grippin’ wood
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I love this season, coz Imma stay squeezin’ on daisy dukes
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Sellin’, smokin’ and drinking so much that it makes me puke
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Me and people Las Vegas high poppin’ on maze
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Listin’ to heftin’ feelings walk hard on these days
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Anyway, upgrading the stress, the purple haze
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Speakin’ of purple stuff, my city’s gone on that purple praise
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Now I’m feelin’ lovely, coz the women they love me
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Kiss me and hug me while a haters grill bein’ mugmy
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Plots they slug me but the hate and feelin’ won’t bug me
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Life and thug me up, only god can judge me
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[Chorus]
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Sure as I live, I know Imma die
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So Imma sip every day N get high
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La-la-la-la-la-la-la [2x]
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So you better get yours, coz Imma get mine
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Imma get ya for yours when I’m outgettin’ mine
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La-la-la-la-la-la-la [2x]
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[Bridge]
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If you wanna go where I gone
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Then you will have to be where I’ve been
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Have to see what I saw
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Have to feel what I felt within [2x]
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[Chorus (2x)]
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Sure as I live, I know Imma die
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So Imma sip every day N get high
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La-la-la-la-la-la-la [2x]
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So you better get yours, coz Imma get mine
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Imma get ya for yours when I’m outgettin’ mine
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La-la-la-la-la-la-la [2x]
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Sip N Get High
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| Paul Wall |
