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I said I'm heading to the liquor store
forty aunts, six lots in the bag of droll droll droll
All this bitches I'm f*cking, all this money we're flippin,
all this weed that I'm smoking, man this shit got me trippin.
Said I'm heading to the liquor store,
forty aunts, six lots in the bag of droll droll droll.
All this bitches I'm f*cking, all this money we're flippin,
all this weed that I'm smoking, man this shit got me trippin.

I'm that new guy, you girl talking bout
LA is going down, f*ck you haters, we made it ate it,
they wish we trading places
just the ones in operation that bullshit is amazing,
got no replacement just right notes and face it,
smoking this weed, you bitch just f*cking with me,
I got a click full of riders, who got no problem with beef
hold it down and cock it, got weed the pills in my pocket,
two many hoes in my crib, my neighbors want me to stop it,
they call and complaining, talk about the cops on their way
you know I get used to all that bitch, I live in LA
yeah we deal with that, we blow with that,
check the news we deal the caps,
young king enemy, always drop the realest rap.

I said I'm heading to the liquor store
forty aunts, six lots in the bag of droll droll droll
All this bitches I'm f*cking, all this money we're flippin,
all this weed that I'm smoking, man this shit got me trippin.
Said I'm heading to the liquor store,
forty aunts, six lots in the bag of droll droll droll.
All this bitches I'm f*cking, all this money we're flippin,
all this weed that I'm smoking, man this shit got me trippin.

I'm posting with my feet up while I'm smoking weed,
teasing with the team who help me live the dream
I broke nothing I smoke, up run that and get moe,
that's more weed and that's more drink,
more drugs, sure things, who tend, pretend,
36 , back to see with 30 yeah, with TCO
what a groupie hoe, I'm a murder this,
all done I go dumb, oh I'm on the way you're from
ain't flying and I go numb, HB's but I'm from,
who let this motherf*cker wait a right Picasa,
you didn't know, little G was more to ..
feeling car sip while I'm in the whip,
..just fallin take another hit,
I'm poppin' cop in the truck, while I'm feeling my lungs,
bumping ground when I'm banging out, bitch laughin what's up
I'm posting with my chick while she roll my weed,
and then I send a little liquor sold em every drink.

I said I'm heading to the liquor store
forty aunts, six lots in the bag of droll droll droll
All this bitches I'm f*cking, all this money we're flippin,
all this weed that I'm smoking, man this shit got me trippin.
Said I'm heading to the liquor store,
forty aunts, six lots in the bag of droll droll droll.
All this bitches I'm f*cking, all this money we're flippin,
all this weed that I'm smoking, man this shit got me trippin.
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