Great Night

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Drink, smoke up and
 Give up that stuff, Bitch
 Give up that stuff, Bitch
 Give up that stuff, Bitch
 Give up that stuff, Bitch
 Give up that stuff, Bitch
 Give up that stuff, Bitch
 Give up that stuff, Bitch
 Give up that stuff, Bitch
 Give up that stuff, Bitch
 Give up that stuff, Bitch
 Before the final destination we make a pit stop
 To get keisha then who sits in the back twist crops
 Every move a nigga make in the spot chicks watch
 So it's very little tick tock to get bought
 Start with Cadillac margaritas, the cat and that
 Gargle beatas you stabbin' that heart or haul
 It's the habit that scarred the nina
 But I'm buzzin' shots by the dozen
 Dare of the crew, Caribou Lou guzzlin'
 It's on like a dome light
 When you're tryin' to stuff a bong pipe and zone right
 We hit the nation, makin' punani precipitation
 And we only got three stipulations
 Drink, smoke up and
 Give up that stuff, Bitch
 Give up that stuff, Bitch
 Give up that stuff, Bitch
 Give up that stuff, Bitch
 Give up that stuff, Bitch
 Give up that stuff, Bitch
 Give up that stuff, Bitch
 Give up that stuff, Bitch
 Give up that stuff, Bitch
 Give up that stuff, Bitch
 Smoke one, drink some, get done
 Smoke one, drink some, get done
 Who do I resemble if I ain't ready and willin'
 I'm packin' a pack of kill but I'm straight with bein' a villain
 My bloody gear from yesterday's probably what I'm still in
 But a party ain't a party 'till Strange is up in the building
 Which is the way I murder a bitch I'm a Michael Vick
 And it's obvious she wants Donemis told me she like to lick it
 Said it was A-OK if you know the play I'mma stick it
 I'm flippin' wicked my scheisse I get it while taking' whip-its
 Dig it, I'm a shovel it's funny why try to play me
 Get high as fuck then we fuck I would say we are tidal wavy
 Bustin' right in your butt cause I know you don't want a baby
 I'm half a mile from oblivion still nobody could save me
 Drink, smoke up and
 Give up that stuff, Bitch
 Give up that stuff, Bitch
 Give up that stuff, Bitch
 Give up that stuff, Bitch
 Give up that stuff, Bitch
 Give up that stuff, Bitch
 Give up that stuff, Bitch
 Give up that stuff, Bitch
 Give up that stuff, Bitch
 Give up that stuff, Bitch
 Smoke one, drink some, get done
 Smoke one, drink some, get done
 Rollin' with the fellas tippin' vow pull a chella
 Two lips on the blizzy I flip I get busy
 Couple of chicks with me, thick as a brick city
 The liquor they sippin' on, pinker than Miss Piggy
 Bright lights, little city the middy big trouble
 Do me a dirty dozen deliver me six doubles
 Indica strain Malcolm, Malcolm is in the middle
 It's not the life all she about is that Jimmy Kimmel
 I don't have no patience for Prima Donnas
 But I'm havin' such a great night I'm bout to go easy on 'em
 Marijuana meet my boss, get in line or give it time
 But if you really want this shit to solidify baby you better
 Drink, smoke up and
 Give up that stuff, Bitch
 Give up that stuff, Bitch
 Give up that stuff, Bitch
 Give up that stuff, Bitch
 Give up that stuff, Bitch
 Give up that stuff, Bitch
 Give up that stuff, Bitch
 Give up that stuff, Bitch
 Give up that stuff, Bitch
 Give up that stuff, Bitch
 

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Duration
03:32
Key
4
Tempo
108 BPM

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