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All in favor of getting ripped and
And gonna have to call someone to drive you home
Say I I I I I I I
All in favor of getting super
And you might start to feel a bird that can fly
Say I I I I I I I

me in and watch me go (go), bad on the hoe ass nigga
Dont give me no (more) Im on my second fifth of liquor
Once Im up its hard for me to power down
I fuck a nigga up and put on him under ground
I went rags to riches, riches to racks
Top convertible, Benzes and
Smoking me herbal, sipping me
Or should I say cause its green and its lime
Ever since he was an infant he was raised around
He took his first step, he walked a limp-in
Manish hardheaded damn fool (damn foo)
His teacher sucked his in high school (High School)
Expiali..Hooligan
Breakin down the diesel cookies with the head wind
went to Jail on a Friday, didnt get out until
got a DUI for drinking too Louie, (bitch)

All in of getting ripped and gone
and youre gonna have to someone to drive you home
say I I I I I I I
all in favor of getting high
and you might start to feel a bird that can fly
say I I I I I I I

I, gotta DUI, Why, I didnt even to drive
Now, Im in jail for a crime, made bail, and I the fine
My lawyer, charged me ass prices,
DMV to take my license
Insurance, is going up and when I go to court, I Im fucked
All this shit for drinking
Need a designated Im too drunk for thinkin
Two on the steering wheel,
let a friend drink and drive if your being real
Might crash the whip, might lose your
If I get too tonight
make sure Im making home safe and you do the same
Now lets get fucked up and lose it man,

All in favor of ripped and gone
And youre gonna have to call to drive you home
Say I I I I I I I
All in favor of super high
And you might start to feel like a that can fly
Say I I I I I I I

Rolling paper so I wake up the neighbors
A boss I need no favor
You pussy so a hater bitch
Now that my up
My crib got an elevator, my new is alligator
And every got a waiter wit it
And Im all about drink up
While Im rolling the up
Sweat my about her make up,
Blow a pound I wake up,
See the cars dont want to race us
I do it big, do it A-Cup
Walk up in the club they gonna bring champagne
Imma blow a lot of drugs, I put on it
all this bank let it fuck nigga hate
Real nigga show love sound funny it
All this money I lucked up
All Gin got me fucked up
Man I life the Taylor way
Drinking Bombay n lemonade up some paper planes

All in favor of getting and gone
And youre gonna have to call to drive you home
Say I I I I I I I
All the of getting super high
And you might start to like a bird that can fly
Say I I I I I I I