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All drinkin' gon' catch up
And all this smokin' gon' up
But some niggaz just don't give a fuck
But niggaz just really don't give a fuck

And all drinkin' gon' catch up
And all this gon' catch up
But some bitches just really give a fuck
But some bitches really don't give a fuck

Now, let me be Frank 'cause I'm that crazy nigga Luda
Always got a drink and I'm steady buddah
I do the evil that'll bend you I get you
I'ma sit you down then take it to the mental and and clown

chance I get, bitch I'm hit not by no bullet or no pellet
But the smoke the can a beer, shit, I might just be too high
I put my middle finger up when I'm ridin' by
And say hi to plenty liquors and I know a sin

And if ya tell me stop drinkin' I'll do it again
So when I get old I'ma rock, roll, shake and
With some out lungs and a fucked up liver

All this drinkin' gon' up
And all smokin' gon' catch up
But some niggaz just really give a fuck
But some niggaz really don't give a fuck

And all this drinkin' catch up
And all this gon' catch up
But some bitches just really don't give a
But bitches just really don't give a fuck

Ey yo, I do this for bluntheads and whinos, Ave. Homes
Niggaz from committed to slangin' blo, doublin' dough 24-7
Fuck po-po's I'm blowin' dro out the AC Legend, wit 2 strike felons
And I pack 4-4's like Hank Aaron, smoke a L, bust shells

And ya to tell, walk up in the club, pretty thug
Fucked up off shots, sippin' Courvoisier watchin' hoes
Drop it like it's hot, tits and twats
Placin' big face and cock, loadin' clips and glocks

we got the haters hot, the ballin' don't stop
Just drop G's on drink and drugs
it up young nigga 'cause it's gon' catch up

All this drinkin' catch up
And all this gon' catch up
But some niggaz just really give a fuck
But some niggaz just really don't give a

And all drinkin' gon' catch up
And all this smokin' gon' up
But some just really don't give a fuck
But some bitches just really don't a fuck

Now, wit the help of Hen and Coke, I my pen and pad and wrote
Somethin' that I knew was dope and represent for my
Pimp a hoe until she broke wit mo than chopped coke
Ey yo it's 2-0 I'm Eastside's King but I'm a with a twist of Amaretto

My shit even come out better, a blunt put it together
What a really need, run up in the club
And a motherfucker til he bleed
Could it be an put his lights out

Or the club get closed out, if it's out I show out
Call Tyheed get out, there's no doubt I love my life
Love the light, love to write, the mic
So take a drag, grab a bag and up
Hennessey and bad weed, believe me it up

All drinkin' gon' catch up
And all this smokin' gon' up
But some niggaz just really give a fuck
But some just really don't give a fuck

And all this drinkin' gon' up
And all this smokin' catch up
But some bitches just really don't a fuck
But some bitches just really give a fuck

Get it right, Ludacris, F.A.T.E.
2-0, ATL
We are the south's dirtiest
the peace