Young boy, used to drown in that alcohol
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And if you dialing, 517 'fore you f*cking call
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I'm out the hall, K2 to my f*ckin' jaw
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When waking up and gettin' cash was a f*ckin' chore
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Aluminum pays, so we packin up the f*ckin' car
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Cold nights, Tanqueray up in the f*ckin' jar
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Ride, slide, feel the ice up on the f*ckin' road
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White jeep, white trash, white f*ckin' snow
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I remember everything like last year was yesterday
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Used to set up rupture funds and make that money anyway
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Then we knew how they won't ever find out how we did these things, that's just how it went down
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Tables by the stack, thumb tacks by the pack
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Gasoline with the rag, it went way beyond the matte
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Tables by the stack, thumb tacks by the pack
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Gasoline with the rag, it went way beyond the matte (Uh)
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