| Mixed the cookie with the OG veteran
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| I’m mixing up my medicine
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| Popped me a Percocet, Lortab, and the Xanny
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| I need my medicine
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| Fell in love with that dirty Fanta
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| Activis, Hitech and Tussionex
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| Mixed my medicine like DJ Champ
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| Geeked out, fell asleep on the jet
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| Busting the bricks out the wrapper
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| We the original dabbers
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| Chopper bullet that’ll hit you
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| Pussy good, I’ma split you
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| Actavis, I don’t drink Qualitest
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| I’ll pick up your bitch in a private jet
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| Popped me a Perc and a Vicodin
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| Still leaning, I’m mixing the medicine
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| Mixing that Hitech with the Tussionex
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| Cookie bag, call me fat ass
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| Don’t be coming at me with no Qualitest
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| I need Act, my apologies
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| I’m in your hoe like a gynecologist
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| I got the carats and the collards
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| I got a snow bunny, Miley Cyrus
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| I popped a Percocet just to balance
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| I got OG like the gangstas in Cali
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| I drank too much lean, got me fat like I’m Khaled
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| Platinum cookies like a Wendy’s salad
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| At least an eighth of Hitech on the travel
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| Me and Spiffy got the Act, we in Dallas
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| Smoking Backwoods fatter than mallets
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| Ten pints, ten bands in the palace
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| Cookie blunt, I ain’t passing, I’m childish
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| Mixed the cookie with the OG veteran
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| I’m mixing up my medicine
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| Popped me a Percocet, Lortab, and the Xanny
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| I need my medicine
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| Fell in love with that dirty Fanta
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| Activis, Hitech and Tussinex
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| Mixed my medicine like DJ Champ
|
| Geeked out, fell asleep on the jet
|
| Busting the bricks out the wrapper
|
| We the original dabbers
|
| Chopper bullet that’ll hit you
|
| Pussy good, I’ma split you
|
| Actavis, I don’t drink Qualitest
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| I’ll pick up your bitch in a private jet
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| Popped me a Perc and a Vicodin
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| Still leaning, I’m mixing the medicine
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| I just hit a lick for a brick
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| Buy a pint, nigga, pour a six
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| When them Percs in, I need a whole script
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| Drank too much lean, R.I.P. |
| the Pimp
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| Moonrock and cookies, I’m mixing it
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| Popped me a Xan, got me ignorant
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| I need my drugs, that my medicine
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| I down the Vicodin with Tussionex
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| The stripper get loose on them Percocets
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| I don’t want no red 'less it’s Hitech
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| Get on a plane higher than the plane get
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| Jump out, Louie luggage, Damier
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| Can’t see that I hopped through these Cartier’s
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| I’m buying all my drugs by the pairs
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| I’m leaning too hard, need a wheelchair
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| On the road, trip
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| Mixed the cookie with the OG veteran
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| I’m mixing up my medicine
|
| Popped me a Percocet, Lortab, and the Xanny
|
| I need my medicine
|
| Fell in love with that dirty Fanta
|
| Activis, Hitech and Tussinex
|
| Mixed my medicine like DJ Champ
|
| Geeked out, fell asleep on the jet
|
| Busting the bricks out the wrapper
|
| We the original dabbers
|
| Chopper bullet that’ll hit you
|
| Pussy good, I’ma split you
|
| Actavis, I don’t drink Qualitest
|
| I’ll pick up your bitch in a private jet
|
| Popped me a Perc and a Vicodin
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| Still leaning, I’m mixing the medicine |