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Give me all that you got now Make you want me cause I'm hot now I'm gone, so faded I'm on one Bang bang, pop off like a long gun If you a lame, n***a you ain't making no noise Get faded, turn up with the big boys Live fast, die young that's my choice Get money, get money like an invoice We can mob all in the whip (make the money) Make the money, make a grip (I be stuntin') I be stuntin' with my clique (gettin' faded) Getting faded 'til we trip (oh) Man, I love to get on I love to get 2 on When the drink be too strong When the tree be way too strong Get faded, turn up, bruh Pour it on up 'til I can't even think no more Get ratchet, go dumb then go more dumb then We can keep it lit, let's roll I love to get 2 on Let's roll I love to get 2 on I love to, let's roll I love to get 2 on Let's roll I love to get 2 on I love 2, let's roll Yeah we can get active And all My bitches attractive We go You know who we are now Get high Hotbox in my car now If you a lame, n***a you ain't making no noise Get faded, turn up with the big boys Live fast, die young that's my choice Get money, get money like an invoice We can mob all in the whip (make the money) Make the money make a grip (I be stuntin') I be stuntin' with my clique (gettin' faded) Getting faded 'til we trip (oh) Man, I love to get on I love to get 2 on When the drink be too strong When the tree be way too strong Get faded, turn up, bruh Pour it on up 'til I can't even think no more Get ratchet, go dumb then go more dumb then We can keep it lit, let's roll I love to get 2 on (I love it) Let's roll I love to get 2 on (I love it) I love to, let's roll Uh, pull your panties down from under you Beat that pussy up, make you wanna holla Q Drunk than a bitch, high on that Mary Jane Pussy in my mouth, pussy on my pinky ring Nasty, baby do it in the backseat Swear this marijuana keep it cracking Lights, camera, action I ain't doing nothing 'til the cash Money, money, money, weed, fashion Draped up and dripped out, keep the trees passing Girl toot that thing up, f**k me, f**k rapping Days of our lives so clap, clap that cake Spreading your thighs I pump, pump your brakes, ay Just give me the trees and we can smoke it ya (smoke it ya) Just give me the drink and we can pour it ya (pour it ya) And my enemies, they see me living now (living now) And if you roll with me, then you'll be winning now, oh Man, I love to get on I love to get 2 on When the drink be too strong When the tree be way too strong Get faded, turn up, bruh Pour it on up 'til I can't even think no more Get ratchet, go dumb then go more dumb then We can keep it lit, let's roll I love to get 2 on (I love it) Let's roll I love to get 2 on (I love it) I love to, let's roll
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