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Jeffrey Edward Herbert
Jeffrey Edward Herbert
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Paul The Producer
Paul The Producer
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Lyrics

Let these young boys take my spot Aint gon let these young whipper snappers Take my spot They say po' one I say po' two They say smoke one I say smoke two I tell my young niggas to pour it up Throw it up Show em up Roll it ups Smoke it up Hold it bruh I tell my young niggas to pour it up Throw it up Show em up Roll it ups Smoke it up Hold it bruh If you in the back of the LAC With half of a sack And you mastered the act Of rolling blunts with two grams Top 1% of only fans gotta fuck with ya And if they don't do swishers nigga, bring the liquor Why the people up to nothing always taking pictures Forget the mean mugs and all them hating niggas Pop a bottle, start to wobble and get right with ya Cause at the end of the night ain't right if no one with ya I tell my young niggas to pour it up Throw it up Show em up Roll it ups Smoke it up Hold it bruh I tell my young niggas to pour it up Throw it up Show em up Roll it ups Smoke it up Hold it bruh Pour a cup, roll a blunt We ain't leaving till this whole place fucked up Pour a cup, roll a blunt We ain't leaving till this whole place fucked up I can't even function when we step in the function Smelling like we rolled over a skunk And they ain't saying nothing Drinks flowing like a fountain, man we keep it constant So please don't blow my high with all your nonsense Smoking and drinking This bubbly and sticky Said next round's on me what the hell was I thinking Suddenly the whole club grabbing they shots I turned to the bartender like here just take all my cards I was baked from the start, then I got fried in my car Then I felt my mind get completely pried up apart Went inside to the bar, then poured shots all night long And I talked the DJ into playing this very song We ain't come here to fight, leave your weapons outside If someone ain't stepping right just go and let em live they life Pride is the reason so many of us had died So we gon live and let live at least for one night I tell my young niggas to pour it up Throw it up Show em up Roll it ups Smoke it up Hold it bruh I tell my young niggas to pour it up Throw it up Show em up Roll it ups Smoke it up Hold it bruh Where my weed go Where my weed go Where my weed go Where my weed go Where my drink go Where my drink go Where my drink go Where my drink go Ay man, somebody better get me another drink Ay and bring another blunt too while you at it
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