| This is my dayyy!
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| All the punk muh’fuckers who ain’t feelin' that
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| Get the fuck outta my way
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| 'Cause I’m intoxicated
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| Drink, drink (hey!)
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| Drink, drink, drink (hey!)
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| Drink, drink, drink (hey!)
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| Drink, drink, drink, drink, bitch!
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| Drink, drink, drink (hey!)
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| Drink, drink, drink, bitch!
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| C’mon everybody let’s get.
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| Intoxicated!
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| I’ve been told I can still stand on all ten toes
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| Intoxicated!
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| 'Cause I been throwed
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| When I’m in funk, nigga, I didn’t fold
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| Intoxicated!
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| I’ve been told I can still stand on all ten toes
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| Intoxicated!
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| 'Cause I been throwed
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| When I’m in funk, nigga, I didn’t fold
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| Intoxicated!
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| Hill billy bar is the route
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| 'Cause not too many know what me bein' a star is about
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| I ask for Hennessey up at this bar and it’s out
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| So I told my homies «fuck it, I got a bar in my house»
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| Full of whiskies and wines
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| Mixes, full liquors and bitches and pine
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| We smokin' 'stead of Sid Vicious-ing lines
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| If you the bartender this is the crime
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| Servin' me a margarita, I get a heater if it’s missin' the lime
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| Drinkin' Caribou plus
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| I swear if you fuss
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| We added pineapple slices, even more flare when you fuck
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| Have 'em, intoxicated, get a little pop inflated
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| Sprite and Moscoto, then add a bit of vodka to get you rocked and faded
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| Have you contemplated
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| How you gettin' home this spot that’s overpopulated
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| With lots of ladies
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| That’s wit it and sex is non-debated, and none of 'em is ovulatin'
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| My na na puh wah wah dated was.
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| Intoxicated!
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| I’ve been told I can still stand on all ten toes
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| Intoxicated!
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| 'Cause I been throwed
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| When I’m in funk, nigga, I didn’t fold
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| Intoxicated!
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| Walk up in the party, chicks throwin' me their pussy
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| Told her later, now little bitches on me, the pussy
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| I can turn down bitches like that, it ain’t nothin'
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| Even though she owe for two nights of flat-back fuckin'
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| If you lookin' for me, you can find me where the bar’s at
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| Intoxicated, inebriated, don’t know where the car’s at
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| I started drinkin' 'fore I came here tonight
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| Blazin' blunts back to back, so I came feelin' right
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| Lookin' for the right chick to put this thing in her life
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| And if a nigga wanna trip, it ain’t a thing, we can fight
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| We can party, we can fuck, or we can kick it
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| Or we can tear this motherfucker up, you dig it?
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| Either way, it don’t matter, 'cause I’m with it
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| I’m beating something the fuck down, do you get it?
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| If a nigga stepped quick, he get slapped quick
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| Then I pull the next chick, take her to my house and watch Netflix
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| I’ve been told I can still stand on all ten toes
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| Intoxicated!
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| 'Cause I been throwed
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| When I’m in funk, nigga, I didn’t fold
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| Intoxicated!
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| Drinkin' since the sun came up, or 'fore it went down?
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| No tellin' man, I’m drunk as fuck, that’s how I gets down
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| And I’m about to fight or fuck, after this next round
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| Big fella like a monster truck, be knockin' shit down
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| They hate it when my villains is deep, and we in the building
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| We keep 'em deep in their feelings
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| We drinkin', cheefin', and chillin'
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| I’m clutching, touching the Ruger
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| And practice active as shooter
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| The whisky make me ruder, so I’ma blame it on the liquor
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| Big fella drinkin' and trippin
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| My phone bangin', I’m missin'
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| I’m laughing, mackin' these bitches
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| And I fucking these snitches
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| I’m rowdy, wild, and aggressive
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| A bar brawler, the best-est
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| I’m hooded proof, and I’m tested
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| Intoxicated profession
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| The top dog in my section
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| My balls is hangin', I’m flexin'
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| I’m way past the jeffin'
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| Which one of you bitches sexin'?
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| Undressin', blessing my brethren
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| Bitch, bust it open and get it
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| An average night when I’m present
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| You’re more than welcome to test it (Bitch)
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| I’ve been told I can still stand on all ten toes
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| Intoxicated!
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| 'Cause I been throwed
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| When I’m in funk, nigga, I didn’t fold
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| Intoxicated!
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| I’m strictly business, I got paper on my speakerphone
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| I seen her booty, I said «Baby what you drinkin' on?»
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| I’m sippin' Bailey’s, plus the Rémy try’na creep up on
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| But I never stumbled, I just rolled up a bubble clone
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| Another shot, let me get the mob up in the b-b-block and
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| We put her puffin, plus I’m countin' on them panties droppin'
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| But don’t mistake me, fake me, 'cause I’m mackin'
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| I grip the milli, really, peel it back and
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| More than a rap song, bubble on my Motorola
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| They got them straps on 'em, they ride around the corna'
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| They got the axe on 'em, tippy on my tippy toes
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| They got the max on their backs, out to get you gone
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| Intoxicated, we just faded, get the swisher gun
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| We cop a fifth, and tip it back, and puff another one
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| We in this bitch, all them other niggas' overrated
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| You in the presence of them dogs, nigga
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| Intoxicated!
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| Drink, drink (hey!)
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| Drink, drink, drink (hey!)
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| Drink, drink, drink (hey!)
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| Drink, drink, drink, drink, bitch!
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| Drink, drink, drink (hey!)
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| Drink, drink, drink, bitch!
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| C’mon everybody let’s get…
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| Intoxicated!
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| I’ve been told I can still stand on all ten toes
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| Intoxicated!
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| 'Cause I been throwed
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| When I’m in funk, nigga, I didn’t fold
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| Intoxicated!
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| I’ve been told I can still stand on all ten toes
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| Intoxicated!
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| 'Cause I been throwed
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| When I’m in funk, nigga, I didn’t fold |