Woah! Lookin' at my drip, lookin' at yo drip, (Woah!)
Mommy look at me, oh, I'm killin' that (Woah!)
Swinging side to side and I'm killin' that (Woah!)
Damn yo' girl so fine, but her breath is like (Woah!)
It's hard out here for a lonely stoner
I know I'm doin' drugs, but so what
Just pray to God I never throw up
I pray to God my plug can pour up
I pray to God my plug still show up
I know the last time we tried to rob him
He lucky bro and dem ain't freaking off him
I'm drink and driving in the Bentley
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