[Verse 1:]
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Pardon me, I'm kinda blasted,
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I've been drinking since noon (are you for real?)
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So forgive me, I just need a little room
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'Cause in any given minute I might fuck around and throw up
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Then hop inside my pickup, hit the lot and go do doughnuts
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Fuck the police though, I can grab that weed and roll up
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Ask me what my name is, I'll probably tell em I'm toe up
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Hold up, hold up, I really mean it, hold up
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I told that bitch to put me through, kinda like a tow truck
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My homie on that lean, he's swaying like a rocker
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And now he's moving slower than a granny with a walker
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I told that bitch to come here, I really need a driver
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And then I told er treat my dick like a breath of lager, I'm drunk
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[Hook:]
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I smoke beer (I smoke beer)
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Drink weed (Drink weed)
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Ridin round singing fuck the police (police)
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I sip beer (sip beer)
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Without lean (without lean)
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Ridin round singing fuck the police (police)
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[Verse 2:]
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Oh I go fucked up and I know it (you know it)
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Shit, I'm stumbling
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Thinkin I'm spittin, pimpin to this bitch but I'm just mumbling
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I had an idea,
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I can get this hoe to my room and make her squirt
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All I need is weed and drinkin beer to smoking that shit what
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Keepin up with me is up, I always go hard I'm never going home
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I'm crashing out on the studio couch
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Tonight don't cry, leave me alone
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I'm in my zone and I'm feelin it
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High or drunk, it don't matter, I'm killin shit
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The name is Lil Wyte if you didn't know by now
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Might take a nigga a week to settle yo bitch
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Don't give a fuck who, fuck the police too
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Must be my niggas' Tennessee attitude
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I'm a cool motherfucker, I'm just actin rude
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I got no class to put me in a bad mood
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I'm a little bit ratchet and trippy at all times
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I'm turnt up to the max, these ain't just rhymes
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I'm on my Juicy J shit
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It's been 30 o'clock and that's the first I tried
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[Hook:]
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I smoke beer (I smoke beer)
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Drink weed (Drink weed)
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Ridin round singing fuck the police (police)
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I sip beer (sip beer)
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Without lean (without lean)
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Ridin round singing fuck the police (police)
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Fuck em
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[Verse 3:]
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I pull up to the club bumpin country music
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Them people look at me like I was really fuckin stupid
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I'm ridin round drunk listening to J's and Alby
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Sippin on that work, oh shit I'm smoking on that Al Green
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As much as I've been drinkin, man I ain't even thinkin
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I told this bitch that my dick was smaller than my pinky
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Don't know what I was thinkin
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But maybe I could pull er
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And then I told her bitch to grab a beer out of my cooler
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And I'm a hilarious guy
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I might cum before I fuck like American Pie
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Now they sayin that I'm longer so don't curse no more
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And then I tell em shit fuck damn cunt whore
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[Hook:]
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I smoke beer (I smoke beer)
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Drink weed (Drink weed)
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Ridin round singing fuck the police (police)
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I sip beer (sip beer)
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Without lean (without lean)
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Ridin round singing fuck the police (police)
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Fuck em
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Smoke Beer
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| Lil' Wyte |
