![]() ![]() Way this night is going, man I won't make it home I'm way to gone, what the fuck Am I doing Man the real niggas do real things, let's drink to that! Them other niggas fake, to them fallings where it's at. ![]() Yea I'm talking bottles and blunts, all you can handle Man somebody call the IRS, too many lambos Posted up, all black in the back, 100 deepĪ hundred coupes posted up in the front, 200 seats Presidential at the Swiss Hotel, making come alls. Man you niggas gonna lace up your sneaks, it's time to ball Man this nigga Meech just blew a quarter mil, he bought a house It's about the time everybody scream "free Meech! "Ĭlose your eyes, take a rough nigga look, Atlanta lightsĬlub vision, PJ in my hand, I'm on the couch I'm way too gone, the best night of my life Money over bitches two times for the fakersĬause even in the dark, baby I'm a shine bright Gotta get to the paper one time for the haters You know it's going down, I can do this all night ![]() My partner on brown and you know I'm on white Wake up in the morning, who the fuck am I screwing? I'm way to gone, what the fuck am I doing ![]()
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