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Double Shots

It's a celebration y'all, let's do it

Yeah, y'all, bounce, yeah, bounce

Yeah aight? AiyyoCats like, "Hav', what the deal Dunn?"

Nigga back on his grind, tryin' to kill son

A little shorty on some shit, oh she still frontin'?

But jumped back on the dick when she saw me thumpin'Straight short nigga oxen niggaz givin' 'em doctor stitches

First chance I get, you know I'm shittin'

On them fake-ass thugs, stuntin' in the club

Don't get scuffed in front of these broadsHomey so pussy, what they do to they broad

Beat them bitches up if they dance to the Mobb

Type of shit is that?

That won't stop her from lettin' us blow her backBounce to that homey we got this locked

Like champagne in a wino hand we gon' pop and

Hate on you lame-ass niggaz, we need not

'Cause first niggaz hate on us, they get shotJust party, don't get yourself shot

(Uh, uh)

Leave all the drama back home at the block

At the bar double shots goin' down, straight chillin'

While the DJ, playin' what I'm feelin'

(Pimpin' them hoes)Just party, don't get yourself shot

(Uh, uh)

Leave all the drama back home at the block

At the bar double shots goin' down, straight chillin'

While the DJ, playin' what I'm feelin'

(Pimpin' them hoes)Yeah, aiyyo, I'm permanently bugged, genuinely thugged

I'm hot-blooded, don't have me with the snub

All at you with the bullets that spray pellets, you fucked

And I'm back up on shorty with the hourglass cutWe got mountains and we gon' have a smoke fest son

C'mon, feel like Vegas, we bringin' home used paper

Ain't it amazin' I'll stretch how we keep bangin'

We got thousands to spend on them drinks gangstaQueens bridge, Mobb Deep like terrorists

We come through, blow shit up, America's

Nightmares right here live in the flesh

Our blood and bone be sittin' in Ferrari's and betterWe out in L.A. we drive our own cars, they not renters

And take flights back home to hop up in some next shit

While you tryin' to get your hand on some cash

We never gotta touch money again, we got plasticJust party, don't get yourself shot

(Uh, uh)

Leave all the drama back home at the block

At the bar double shots goin' down, straight chillin'

While the DJ, playin' what I'm feelin'

(Pimpin' them hoes)Feel that nigga, yeah, okay yo, aiyyo

Aiyyo we ain't gotta lay, we can bang it out neighbor

Shit, 'til them fuckin' flamers empty out player

'Cause boy I thought you knew, don't confuse me with the musicI'm on loadin' nines up, ridin' up, shootin' it

I'm hotter than the corner on the ave out in Newark

I'm grimy, you find me where the loot is with Luger's

The bodies, the hotties, the hustlers and the shootersWith dudes that'll cut ya, that's what eatin' your food is

Fools know the rules pull out your tools better buck it

'Cause niggaz be flaggin' and braggin' when they cut up your nugget

Knee deep in the grind like fuck itWe gotta keep it real son that's only how the people gon' love it

And learn to respect the Infamous to the death kid

We on another level, yeah, we really on some next shit

Got the techs spittin' and makin' more connections

Makin' more cash and blastin' more weaponsJust party, don't get yourself shot

(Uh, uh)

Leave all the drama back home at the block

At the bar double shots goin' down, straight chillin'

While the DJ, playin' what I'm feelin'

(Pimpin' them hoes)

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