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Let’s toast up Ion need no coaster If I put the cup down the mean the party is over Shawty in the corner Looking kinda robust She a snake charmer, come and sing it to my cobra (Oh boy) Wait a minute Is she gone lemme hit it In the bathroom behind the kitchen Is she fucking with it (You fucking with it) Wait a minute Can she even get it She looking kinda bad But I been sippin’ lemme get to squinting (Yes I been sippin’) Wait a minute Lemme get some distance I’m dipping out the back They smoking cactus I say lemme hit it (I’m dipping out) His homie go to pass it He say wait a minute (Please smoke me out) You tripping on your toes, go home I say just lemme sniff it (These bitches wild) Wait a minute I done reached my limit the gimmick I beg my kidneys to forgive me For the Bobby Whitney (Beat they ass) What a pity Shawty from the sorority Took of a city trends Titties like Gibby But she built just like Freddy benson (Look how they sag) Wait a minute, hol up I got just enough to roll up Praying that after I smoke one They gone get some hoes to show up I’m just tryna hold some toes up I’m just tryna get my pole touched Bad lil bitch, give it a flick Hope that tongue don’t get stuck I light my joint Cause at this point I feel disjointed Hope I wake up in the morning Cause I feel like I am soaring Wait, what’s all the commotion If they fighting I’m recording I hope they ain’t hit the floor yet I ain’t jumping in no Corbin (Blue) Wait, wait Wait a minute hol’ up Wait, wait Wait a minute hol’ up Wait a minute As I stumble in the kitchen I heard mumblin and whispering What y’all talhm bout I’m listening (What y’all talhm bout) Wait a minute This nigga Bance is tripping What the f*ck has he been sipping Nigga need to get to dipping (Damn y’all talking loud) He is fucking up the vision Like the purple opposition I wanna call up some bitches But he need some supervision (Damn ow) This nigga gotta be kidding I know I ain’t trippin I creep past the kitchen With mad precision I grab the bathroom door and I swing it Spit in the sink, look up and start blinking I pull out my phone, the shit started dinging It’s a pretty penny, talking bout linking I shoot her the addy She normally classy But I’m a dog ima treat her like lassie Wait a minute As I go to take a sip I see my cup is almost finished And the bottle looking skimpish (No more ciroc) So I just down the liquid Sit my cup down in the kitchen I hit shawty bout her distance Say she in the subdivision (She round the block) Wait a minute, hol up Why my stomach feeling tore up Damn, I hope ion throw up F*ck, the room is getting colder Everything is moving slower Lemme go open the door up Wait is the floor getting closer
Sanatçı: Bance
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