[Hook X2: Erick Arc Elliot]
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Drinking that hurricane has got me fucked up
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St. Ides and the blunt, I be getting fucked up
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Drinkin' that Colt 45 done got me fucked up
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Fuck is up? Shit.. I'm fucked up
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Nigga
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[Verse 1: Meech]
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She said something bout Mary, I'm on Lucy, she on Molly
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Told her "shut the fuck up, and let that liquor fill your body bitch"
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I ain't gonna lie, I'll probably take drugs till I die (ALREADY DEAD!)
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Super high, pissy drunk over the ribbon in the sky ha
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Two 40 ounce, that's 80 something
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Nigga, I was born in 80 something
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2-2 in her purse go BLAOW BLAOW
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Kitty in the skirt go MEOW MEOW
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Smoke, I'mma dick em' down, down
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It's Darko, you know the wild child
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Fuck the law, though
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No bag on my 4-o
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Girls drop them drawers slow
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As I roll it up and I pour slow
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Bitch two ain't enough, I need four more
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I'm referring to the liquor and the whores, ya know
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Hurricane, that shit got me slurring
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They way that pussy drip drippy, when I thought it was urine
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I'm high and mighty, she slow and slurping
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Magic carpet ride, we fucking rugs that's Persian
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(Magic carpet ride, we fucking rugs that's Persian)
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12 feet when I smoke that shit
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27 feet when I stand on my dick
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And on this OE, I'm a straight OG
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Hell yeah I do drugs, but I never OD
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I'm 12 feet when I smoke that shit
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27 feet when I stand on my dick
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And on this OE, I'm a straight OG
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Hell yeah I do drugs, but I never OD
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(NOT YET.. NOT YET.. NOT YETTTT)
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[Hook x2]
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[Verse 2: Juice]
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Look at me, I'm stoned
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To the bone, bone, bone
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Riding with that chrome
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Brangdangdang, now you lain
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I mean laid, I love titties
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Too much haze
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Disel sour every hour now I'm fucked up
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You losing nigga, tough luck
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Red Stripe on ice, 6-pack
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Now I'm down to fuck
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Can't catch me on your scene
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I am cream, my gold's clean
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All white everything, word to Mary Jane
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Cocaine regime, peace to [?]
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40 ounces while your girl show me inside her blouses
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Peak, peak, let me sneak, cat and mouse shit
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I'm a fiend for the green (I love it)
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I don't sniff sheen (Never)
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But she's willing
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And I'm leaning
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Zombie Team, word to the homies
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Triple G's, speak for the lonely, speak for the needy
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Speak for the niggas dying in these streets
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That don't give a fuck drink a few of the dream
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I ain't going to lie, I probably won't live till 25
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So much stresses on my mind
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Stress is stress, drop a tab, collect
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Recollect just a retrospect
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My grass getting longer, married to the marijuana
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(I SAID I'm MARRIED TO THE MARIJUANA!)
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[Hook x2]
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[Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliot]
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Brown paper bag in my right hand when I wanna leave my soul
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G-O-D on me go deep as I bleep to a vortex send me home
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Shoot to your crib with a change of clothes
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Lot of niggas never got you wet before
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Either yes or no
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Pour another drink of the Cognac
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Fuck with a nigga that will fuck with your nigga's bitch
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Then I rip in the bong
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Then I throw this dick into your mom
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Sits with a charm
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[?] gold, moon and the stars
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Hit him one time, and I use the barrage
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Mean set a broads that will drink at the bar
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Cause they think I'mma star
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Arc is the emblem
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Who will defend them?
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Mother fucking feds and the soul
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But the weed aroma is like a [?]
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Hold it, I told ya the coma from the corner
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My composure is golden, girl
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Betty white got a loads of [?]
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(Bet she like when I hold it, girl)
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Better drink it down, 40 ounce
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Hurricane, it gon' slow your brain up
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Armed and dangerous, almost famous
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Waking up, don't even know what your name is
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You pretend to be another friend of me, but you're my enemy
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Zombie gang to the tenth degree
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The flesh rot green while I fill your embassy
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Got a cup full of drank and a blunt filled with dank dank dank
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Wanna throw it up like a gang sign, mane
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Twisted and empty, don't bother tempting me
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Tool get destroyed with you
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Gone
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[Hook X2]
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The Hangover
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Flatbush Zombies |