Testi musica canzoni

Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud

I wake up
I gotta get fucked up
I gotta get my dick sucked
So I won't have bad luck
Yo my nigga pass me the tops
And open up the brown bag
That's sittin on the crops, props
The top of the bottle of the hennesey
Every time I blaze a job in public
I make a lot of friends G
I feel the need for the weed
My nigga fat cackey
Hollerin I smoke a job
I know that's all Chris wants
I gotta do what I gotta do
I reach into my pocket
Reachin for my gat
Enough to be through
And plus this some action my nigg
Somkin on a mother fuckin jobs
Some motherfuckin big
It's gonna have me on a motherfuckin ground
Every body's happy not making a motherfuckin sound
But now I got the munches
I gotta get some grub
Fuckin wit that liquor and bud

Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud

Went up to the liquor store
Got me a 5th of the hennesey
Got some stouts just comin over
I hope those bitches I ready to G
Pass Paul the blunt
He take the hits and pass it back to me
Listening a new track we just droped from the A.M.P
Got back to the crib
Opened the freezer and cracked the ice