All in favor of getting ripped and gone
And youre gonna have to call someone to drive you home
Say I I I I I I I
All in favor of getting super high
And you might start to feel like a bird that can fly
Say I I I I I I I
Plug me in and watch me go (go), bad on the hoe ass nigga
Dont give me no more (more) Im on my second fifth of liquor
Once Im powered up its hard for me to power down
I fuck a nigga up and put tears on him under ground
I went from rags to riches, riches to racks
Top convertible, Benzes and Jags
Smoking me herbal, sipping me wine
Or should I say turtle cause its green and its lime
Ever since he was an infant he was raised around pimpin
He took his first step, he walked with a limp-in
Manish nigga hardheaded damn fool (damn foo)
His teacher sucked his dick in high school (High School)
Supercalifragilistic Expiali..Hooligan
Breakin down the diesel mixing cookies with the head wind
went to Jail on a Friday, didnt get out until Tuesday
got a DUI for drinking too much Louie, (bitch)
All in favor of getting ripped and gone
and youre gonna have to call someone to drive you home
say I I I I I I I
all in favor of getting super high
and you might start to feel like a bird that can fly
say I I I I I I I
I, gotta DUI, Why, I didnt even have to drive
Now, Im in jail for a crime, made bail, and I paid the fine
My lawyer, charged me high ass prices,
DMV bout to take my license
Insurance, is going up and when I go to court, I know Im fucked
All this shit just for drinking
Need a designated driver Im too drunk for thinkin
Two hands on the steering wheel,
Dont let a friend drink and drive if your being real
Might crash the whip, might lose your life
If I get too high tonight
Just make sure Im making home safe and you do the same
Now lets get fucked up and lose it man, bitch
All in favor of getting ripped and gone
And youre gonna have to call someone to drive you home
Say I I I I I I I
All in favor of getting super high
And you might start to feel like a bird that can fly
Say I I I I I I I
Rolling paper so loud I wake up the neighbors
A boss I dont need no favor
You pussy so fuck a hater bitch
Now that my cake up
My crib got an elevator, my new shoes is alligator
And every meal got a waiter wit it
And Im all about pouring drink up
While Im rolling the stank up
Sweat my wife about her make up,
Blow a pound when I wake up,
See the cars they dont want to race us
I do it big, niggas do it A-Cup
Walk up in the club they gonna bring some champagne
Imma blow a lot of drugs, I put money on it
Spendin all this bank let it fuck nigga hate
Real nigga show love sound funny done it
All this money think I lucked up
All this Gin got me fucked up
Man I live life the Taylor way
Drinking Bombay n lemonade rolling up some paper planes
All in favor of getting ripped and gone
And youre gonna have to call someone to drive you home
Say I I I I I I I
All the favor of getting super high
And you might start to feel like a bird that can fly
Say I I I I I I I
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