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Cone full of Cookie, mudd on the rocks Keep the 2 liters ain't no tellin what we dropped 30 shells fly when them glock 40's pop Chasin' after paper while I'm runnin' from the cops No we don't fuck with opps, we doing what you not Would hit Buster Brown after mama busted a block See me crack a seal nigga thats how we bottle pop And ima keep po'in up until my casket drop And I reach the Bottom of my cup, Bottom of my cup I'm at the bottom of my cup, the bottom of my cup Ran up that check and fucked it up, I'm at the end of my blunt And I'm at the bottom of my cup, the bottom of my cup Goin, up in smoke and they told me to breathe easy But I had homies restin in peace before I seen 16 So ain't shit sweet but that drink, Purp, Red, I miss Pink Sippin for A$AP Yams, DJ Screw, and Pimp C Ain't, no other feelin' like when I'm sippin Stickin' to the script that's how my cup look when I'm finished Thickness witnessed when I po' in whatever just sip it slow Percs make it mo' betta, xans a whole 'nother level Gas steer while I peddle, sleepin swervin round Got cleanest in the Bity thats the word around And the trap boomin so hard we need workers now They losin' service them niggas wanna be mergers now Wanna work somethin' out, bales in so we servin' pounds Come place ya order, divin' in muddy waters Swamped kuz I just sipped a nigga mortgage More bitches than a mormon 'Fore its empty, its more pourin' I'll be mournin' If I ever reach the Bottom of my cup, Bottom of my cup I'm at the bottom of my cup, the bottom of my cup Ran up that check and fucked it up, I'm at the end of my blunt And I'm at the bottom of my cup, the bottom of my cup Oil poured, gas lit, I prefer the playa way Smokin on some holy dope, while I sip amazing grace Made a major play now I'm thumbin and gettin face From a badd one for goodness sake Goodness gracious, see that ass on her I could po' up everytime I roll the gas homie... and OD E-A nigga so we in the game So ima play my cards right til I'm wastin' Ace of Spade Livin' in that fast lane everyday we gettin' paid Everyday we sippin' mane Whippin' foreigns feelin' like I'm Tokyo driftin' mane Havin' pints, havin' party packs, bout them Benjamins Its nothin' like ya Mary Jane being watered by Purple Rain Code Red... And I admit that I'm a mudd head Them bars have ya borderline dead So I prefer to po' the barre instead And when I'm dead Bury me with a 2 liter please A 4 po'd of that red in a Tahitian Treat Promethazine with Codeine I love it like pussy, money, and weed And right now I'm at the Bottom of my cup, Bottom of my cup I'm at the bottom of my cup, the bottom of my cup Ran up that check and fucked it up, I'm at the end of my blunt And I'm at the bottom of my cup, the bottom of my cup Bottom of my cup, Bottom of my cup I'm at the bottom of my cup, the bottom of my cup Ran up that check and fucked it up, I'm at the end of my blunt And I'm at the bottom of my cup, the bottom of my cup Bury me with a 2 liter please A 4 po'd of that red in a Tahitian Treat Promethazine with Codeine I love it like pussy, money, and weed Bury me with a 2 liter please A 4 po'd of that red in a Tahitian Treat Promethazine with Codeine I love it like pussy, money, and weed
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