Chorus: Oh, blow you, smoking the herb It’s so much loud in here Got mini bottles to share (What ya doing here?) We’re smoking, girl and we’re drinking All night, all night We’re smoking, girl and we’re drinking All night, all night We’re smoking, girl and we’re drinking All night, all night We’re smoking, girl and we’re drinking All night, all night
Shawty with a party, with the gal whole crew Let me show you how to go hard, gonna do Bottle after bottle, blunt after blunt But I have a pound Cush, go hard, go through! Shots, shots to the face All of them straight, no chase! Everybody wanting no grace Feel so good… No half way, we’re all the way home No child’s play, we’re all the way grown No curfew, we’re all the night long Run about the money, we’re all the way wrong Cause we got milly like Philly, boss! Wrist nigga so silly, boss! I could show you… how it really flows If you ain’t got it, then you’re really lost!
You’re lame, man You know this I’m wasting my time! I don’t care about my bad girl I go straight for mine! Aha, aha, aha, Get on your mode, set, go!
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Smoking a little bit of you know what Sipping on a little bit of freaky too Walking in the club, nigga you know who You see me dirty, making do it to do Smelling like a hell damn… Making sure the whole club know it’s me Fresh SLTL like Murphy Lee, let me hit that weed! Gaga love, but I got a lil lala ..a lil weed and I got, got titles As long as I got a lot of weed for nothing I’m going low with my freaking… Show me the women I want for me Always want two three for me Make a foe, you never know It sounds like I’m mother fucker ready to go! Freaking Moscato, out the bottle When I’m smoking, all… Where all the women on my resume I’m on the East Coast smoking that West! I’m American smoking.. but I’mma drink free all damn night And I’m hot in the plane and I don’t even know We got weed on the same flight, let’s ride!
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Hey yo, couple… with a baby Ciroc for lil Shawty, pussy up in a coma, in a coma Blowing Cush, ..guarantee your momma should be on you It’s a little bit of freaky plus me How are you doing? I’m City, I’m Bree You know the reason for the band.. Do you got another friend, well, momma, that’s three, that’s pride! We’re smoking, girl and we’re drinking Tell me what a fuck is you thinking? Come on here with your lil bit of skirt up I saw you how you’re moving, do your dance, keep working Ass shaking like you got the Holly Ghost Go on another way, find that.. Blow it in the air if you show it like..
I see you momma, you’re cool there Welcome to my freak show, come work that… girl To the top and drop in low Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Get on your mother shit, go!