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Alcoholism (feat. B-Legit)

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Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism

Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholismPull this bitch over, my nigga, I got to piss

I stay with some sip in my fist, I drink like a fish

Sometimes I be sober but most the times I be blitzed

I'm having my gouda, my nigga, all on her bitchWe ball like we hoopers, my nigga, we hood rich

We winning not losing, my fella, we got chips

I keep me a steak or a pistol, a grip four 5th

'Cause I'd rather be judged by 12 then to be carried by 6Don't wanna be carried by 6, I'd rather be judged by 12

Suckas be all in my mix 'cause I be up in their girl

Don't know how to rewrite bail, I can add and count scales

I can sell a rock to a cliff, I can sell oil to a wellYay area reppin', don't need no swagger injection

Big oceans 11, hustling and money collecting

I'm shattered, I'm blundered, mane, I been chiefing that feda

The po-po's they tripping, mane, they sobriety checkingAlcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism

Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism

Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism

Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholismThe fur fur is crazy, lucky, I have me a desi

A designated driver, a rider, we in it heavy

We knocking 40 Water, he foolish, the boy gone

That's all they played was his music when I was in a group home'Bout to go shoot some balls, shoot some dominoes with my fellas

Get on that patron, call Stella, Ella and Della

10 to get on the board, I'm fresh off the top

If I skunk you, my ninja, you gotta drink two shotsOr we can play for some fedi or we can play for push-ups

Or we can put on the gloves go from the shoulders and box

After that we can hug and get a room with props

All my fellas is thugs, ball-heads and dreadlocksRight after the function, they continue to get bent

Last weekend was smacking, my nigga, that shit went

I left outta there with not one but two women

I guess you can blame it, mane, on the alcoholismAlcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism

Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism

Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism

Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism1300 block ready rock animal sitting in the coupe

Orange like cantaloupe, something on the mantel fold

Gears in the rear, old English Beer

Makes it hard to steerI been getting fucked up since 9th 10 grade

Bird and grape cool aid and ace of spades

I swerved and I do thangs against the grain

And I guess this the money we gave to champagneI pulled in the lot, bullets in the glock

Hot or not we like to shoot shots

Stop where I'm hot and I like to drink shots

And I'm gone off the Julio at the 20th and what notYou can say what you say, Imma paper boy

Little waves up top with the table, boy

She be playing hard to get but you can make them, boy

Put some drink in her cup and watch her swish it upAlcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism

Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism

Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism

Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholismPlease drink responsibly, don't drink and drive

Please drink responsibly, don't drink and drive

Please drink responsibly, please drink responsibly

Please drink responsibly, don't drink and drive

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