[Verse 1: Eric Arc Elliott]
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Phone is unavailable, feel it like it's real evolved
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A just sent a menage to my farm, my repertoire,
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It's just really really my god, air freshener in your car
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We hot boxin' in yo whip, that means I'm just really gone
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Highly medicated off this sticky brown in it
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Cup full of Henny, Box full of wheaties
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Switch you out them church clothes, then you make a mess of me
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Freak you on a Sunday, god knows that you're blessin' me
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Back twisted, act different I just have visions
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Me and mac, bad bitches playin' badminton
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Little jack grippin', past livin' large
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At home with a big garage
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Zombies is killin' shit, send them my best regards
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Pussy, Money, Weed, that's all a nigga need, right
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My philosophy, never be a D Chi [?]
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I'm feelin' good homie, Helen Keller shit
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Heaven knows my name is smokin' for the hell of it
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[Hook: Kaya]
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All the fresh cuts, and you're slick too
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Keep a girl feelin' stuck like a [?]
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Be the first love, say what I want
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But I'm sure [?]
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If you like that, you're gonna love this
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This homegrown real strong it's that Kaya piff
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[Laughs]
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I can't smoke it though
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Yeah, you're high, so high (smoke it up, light it, light it)
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Yeah, you're high, so high (smoke it up, light it, light it)
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[Verse 2: Meech]
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She just kicked her feet up, let her hair down and roll up
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I just see the smirk, grab the bottle then I pour up
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You know what, nah you don't know what
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Only drugs in my system, barely losing focus
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Smokin' on that loud shit, eyes Barry Manilow
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Say you feelin' love sick, well baby here's the antidote
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Pull a hit, grab it though, do that shit with passion though
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Fuck with the cameras on, in dramatic fashion yo
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Smoke me what my blunt say, fuck me what her cunt say
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Nigga I don't want the daily news unless I'm front page
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I spit fire, I'm a molotov monster
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Versace shades, coogie on, lookin' like papa
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It's a party bust that pussy open like pinata
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Go deep tug sheets skeet then it's bye bye
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Lookin' like an angel, might I sin
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Lick lick lick you to your halo
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Tongue power, scattered showers
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Now you need a raincoat
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And it's fuck them all, cause I could never die faithful
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Pussy stay tight as jello though
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Pussy stay high, that's my hello ho
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Some nigga like em shy, but I prefer the bold
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Is it still a one night stand if she's on all fours?
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Let's go half on a baby, [?] pink or blue
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It's war in these sheets I'm bustin' and she bustin' too
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If I was in the right mind I would die, come back and wife you twice
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Fuck her right mind bitch, the world is mine the life is strife
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Dream the americana devil's pie the final slice
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Dream the americana devil's pie the final slice
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Don't fight it, light it
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Don't fight it just, light it light it light
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[Verse 3: Juice]
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So gritty it's trilly
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Smoke weed, rep my city
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If you with it then hit it
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Lil' mama is giddy
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Give Obama the finger
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Slide the clip through my nina
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Man fuck ya'll niggas
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I don't want your feature
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Fettuccine with Jeanie
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Either way get it easy
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No need to be greedy
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Got weed by the tree, b
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It's leafy
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And lame bitches give me heebie jeebies
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That's why I roll these planes
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Keep us high up in the game
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Presidential suite shake her ass in the frame
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Shoot a bitch, POV you know my steelo
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Juic you know my name ho
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Pussy money weed I get pussy when I need
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Count it up, bag it up, I get money when I sleep
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Dead walker go harder than a lover
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Nosebleed, we dream like three pairs of ho pairs
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I'm Christ nice Lucifer wanna hold hands
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[Hook: Kaya]
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Drama
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Flatbush Zombies |