Tell her bless the bottle, shawty she a model, we fried
I get off that Don and start to miss you all the time
Prolly be the reason why I'm f*cking up my rhymes
I don't know what happen last night, I just know we was fried
I'm fried
I'm fried
I'm fried
F*cked bout my shorty, she a vibe
Pink ten shorty, you know that's my Brodie tho
If you dissing, you go missing, act like you don't know me tho
Got done Dracs and some pussy in the booth, shit look like OVO
I'm gon' f*ck that bitch and I don't care if that's her homie tho
We got Glocks with buttons on it
You can come here if you f*cking on me
Do her good, she cumming on me
Spill the drink, got something on me
F*cked my Rhude fit up
Ain't in the mood, get up
Got the room full of baby bottles, look like babysitters
So we fried uh, we fried
That red dot right on the glock, boy that's a nine
Go shake that ass don't it fast, you know you mine
Say you ain't fried, I know you fried, girl why you lying?
Tell her bless the bottle, shawty she a model, we fried
I get off that Don and start to miss you all the time
Prolly be the reason why I'm f*cking up my rhymes
I don't know what happen last night, I just know we was fried
I'm fried
I'm fried
I'm fried
F*cked bout my shorty, she a vibe
Right now laying on money ugh
I got her lit of the Don and the Cush
Why you asking me questions about drugs? Baby girl just shush
I ain't scared to pop, you know I'm not, these drugs give me a push
She like fast shit, we in that uh, you ride with me , we good
Eat dick when you get like done with the chaser
Big, ya lor shorty bad but I ain't chase her
Hot shit, she gon' do whatever bout her paper
And she know that pussy mine, can't never leave, can't never take her
Ya gone, ya dead
I'm off the meds
Get high, not scared
Get high, we lit
Pour more, ain't stopping
You bad, you know they watching
She drunk, she know she hopping
After we done, know I'm blocking
Tell her bless the bottle, shawty she a model, we fried
I get off that Don and start to miss you all the time
Prolly be the reason why I'm f*cking up my rhymes
I don't know what happen last night, I just know we was fried
I'm fried
I'm fried
I'm fried
F*cked bout my shorty, she a vibe
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Tell her bless the bottle, shawty she a model, we fried
I get off that Don and start to miss you all the time
Prolly be the reason why I'm f*cking up my rhymes
I don't know what happen last night, I just know we was fried
I'm fried
I'm fried
I'm fried
F*cked bout my shorty, she a vibe
Pink ten shorty, you know that's my Brodie tho
If you dissing, you go missing, act like you don't know me tho
Got done Dracs and some pussy in the booth, shit look like OVO
I'm gon' f*ck that bitch and I don't care if that's her homie tho
We got Glocks with buttons on it
You can come here if you f*cking on me
Do her good, she cumming on me
Spill the drink, got something on me
F*cked my Rhude fit up
Ain't in the mood, get up
Got the room full of baby bottles, look like babysitters
So we fried uh, we fried
That red dot right on the glock, boy that's a nine
Go shake that ass don't it fast, you know you mine
Say you ain't fried, I know you fried, girl why you lying?
Tell her bless the bottle, shawty she a model, we fried
I get off that Don and start to miss you all the time
Prolly be the reason why I'm f*cking up my rhymes
I don't know what happen last night, I just know we was fried
I'm fried
I'm fried
I'm fried
F*cked bout my shorty, she a vibe
Right now laying on money ugh
I got her lit of the Don and the Cush
Why you asking me questions about drugs? Baby girl just shush
I ain't scared to pop, you know I'm not, these drugs give me a push
She like fast shit, we in that uh, you ride with me , we good
Eat dick when you get like done with the chaser
Big, ya lor shorty bad but I ain't chase her
Hot shit, she gon' do whatever bout her paper
And she know that pussy mine, can't never leave, can't never take her
Ya gone, ya dead
I'm off the meds
Get high, not scared
Get high, we lit
Pour more, ain't stopping
You bad, you know they watching
She drunk, she know she hopping
After we done, know I'm blocking
Tell her bless the bottle, shawty she a model, we fried
I get off that Don and start to miss you all the time
Prolly be the reason why I'm f*cking up my rhymes
I don't know what happen last night, I just know we was fried
I'm fried
I'm fried
I'm fried
F*cked bout my shorty, she a vibe
I get off that Don and start to miss you all the time
Prolly be the reason why I'm f*cking up my rhymes
I don't know what happen last night, I just know we was fried
I'm fried
I'm fried
I'm fried
F*cked bout my shorty, she a vibe
Pink ten shorty, you know that's my Brodie tho
If you dissing, you go missing, act like you don't know me tho
Got done Dracs and some pussy in the booth, shit look like OVO
I'm gon' f*ck that bitch and I don't care if that's her homie tho
We got Glocks with buttons on it
You can come here if you f*cking on me
Do her good, she cumming on me
Spill the drink, got something on me
F*cked my Rhude fit up
Ain't in the mood, get up
Got the room full of baby bottles, look like babysitters
So we fried uh, we fried
That red dot right on the glock, boy that's a nine
Go shake that ass don't it fast, you know you mine
Say you ain't fried, I know you fried, girl why you lying?
Tell her bless the bottle, shawty she a model, we fried
I get off that Don and start to miss you all the time
Prolly be the reason why I'm f*cking up my rhymes
I don't know what happen last night, I just know we was fried
I'm fried
I'm fried
I'm fried
F*cked bout my shorty, she a vibe
Right now laying on money ugh
I got her lit of the Don and the Cush
Why you asking me questions about drugs? Baby girl just shush
I ain't scared to pop, you know I'm not, these drugs give me a push
She like fast shit, we in that uh, you ride with me , we good
Eat dick when you get like done with the chaser
Big, ya lor shorty bad but I ain't chase her
Hot shit, she gon' do whatever bout her paper
And she know that pussy mine, can't never leave, can't never take her
Ya gone, ya dead
I'm off the meds
Get high, not scared
Get high, we lit
Pour more, ain't stopping
You bad, you know they watching
She drunk, she know she hopping
After we done, know I'm blocking
Tell her bless the bottle, shawty she a model, we fried
I get off that Don and start to miss you all the time
Prolly be the reason why I'm f*cking up my rhymes
I don't know what happen last night, I just know we was fried
I'm fried
I'm fried
I'm fried
F*cked bout my shorty, she a vibe
Writer: 10k Doobie
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