Guzzle, Guzzle
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Guzzle, Guzzle
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Deep black caddy with some bitches and rough necks
Still ain't rich, rolling blunts with my paychecks
Hit the stop, switch it, bust it out on the booflex
Staring at me funny cause I'm making her real wet
Slow with the champagne, let me see you guzzle up
Gone like the food, girl, let me see you spark it up
Trying to get some and she's sucking on my zig-zag
Now I need to step back, laughing as my watch cracks
Hit my funny bone, yeah
Man, I'm feeling off-top
Hoes in the hot tub
Trying to make my pulse stop
Still yelling "fuck cops"
Looking for ménage à twang
So I can bring my ding-a-ling
Never let my chain hang
Never let my chain, hey
Apple bottoms, crop tops
White bitches, blood shot
Love it when they smoke pot
Made it to the next spot
Hold them up on my block
Rolling on thar moon rock
Make the party non-stop
Got some bottle, shot, shot
Guzzle, guzzle
Yeah I want to smoke a spliff, spliff
Guzzle, guzzle
Yeah, everybody take a hit
Guzzle, guzzle
Yeah, I want to smoke a spliff, spliff
Guzzle, guzzle
Yeah, everybody wanna take a hit
Take a hit
Take a hit
Take a hit
Take a hit
Take a hit
Dang, you look thirsty
Smoking up my trees
Old shoes, dirty visions
Hold while you twerk me
But I love it
Had a couple, now I'm buzzing
We ain't fucking
But it's up to discussion
Um, you wanna fuck with the mary jane?
Look, we're dating, pick my grain
Pantyhose and make it rain
Jumbos, we just do our thing
Strippers need a place to stay
They can call up doctor strange
Call up doctor strange
Call up doctor strange
Get back to the basics
Two drunk chicks on my dick so let's face it
I like to party and I do it every day
Put your cups up if you feel the same way
Guzzle, guzzle
Yeah I want to smoke a spliff, spliff
Guzzle, guzzle
Yeah, everybody take a hit
Guzzle, guzzle
Yeah, I want to smoke a spliff, spliff
Guzzle, guzzle
Yeah, everybody wanna take a hit
Take a hit
Take a hit
Take a hit
Take a hit
Take a hit
Cadillacs, straight tipping my fire
Smoke signals coming from the indo
Scraping off white wall tires
Ain't got wings, just johnny out the window
Cadillacs, straight tipping my fire
Smoke signals coming from the indo
Scraping off white wall tires
Ain't got wings, just johnny out the window
Guzzle, guzzle
Yeah I want to smoke a spliff, spliff
Guzzle, guzzle
Yeah, everybody take a hit
Guzzle, guzzle
Yeah, I want to smoke a spliff, spliff
Guzzle, guzzle
Yeah, everybody wanna take a hit
Take a hit
Take a hit
Take a hit
Take a hit
Take a hit
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