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Black bottles bad bitches by the pool 
Fresh white Tee Lou Vuitton Boat Shoes 
Yacht Club bucket on I’m so old school  

Invicta Be the Watch you hating

To the fuckers who leave a child wondering
What the fuck they have done wrong
Wrists slit, eyes red from crying
Fuck you for playing God
I can barely

I could've went no auto
I got pain in my voice
I could've went full throttle
I put the reigns on the horse
Sipping out the bottle but this ain't my

That's none of my business all in my bag shawty
She got all my interest dynamite damn shorty
And pardon my language down to my last bottle
That's not

All became still as the eulogy was uttered
Silence broken by the cries of his mother and his lover
As they gazed upon the corpse of a soul never

Homies pop bottles on me when I come through
Yeah these ladies jocking on me when I come through
Plently niggas counting on me when I come through

Who can

You are now tuned in live from the project x penitentiary
You know locals claim that an inmate has escaped and is highly dangerous
She goes by

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Candy, candy, candy
Flashing fire, woah
I'll bring all these bottles out fasho (Yeah, yeah)
Bring a bad bitch she clumsy

Dripping in Dior when they see me walk through
Baby give me more, I can tell you want to
Girl hit the floor as I slide by the queue
Taking shots like

digging out 
I figured out the best of routes 
To get close where them heavens bout 
Is diggin deep inside ya self 
I get high all by myself 
Cuz no one

She said all she want fast cash
Stole her heart now she talkin bout a house for two
Bottle up now got me facing backlash
Told her this a art yeah

I'm just an alcoholic getting older by the minute
Clinging to a bottle of life with nothing in it
Contemplating suicide
Wondering if I'll decide

is a bottle to get delirious
Una mirada mala it can get serious
No baby momma drama no time for bitterness
In and out the rap game focused on my

There's an old man in a parking lot off Main Street
He's tipping back the bottle till it's dry
He'll drink until the forties are all emptied
Then

gone leave wit me
She wanna dance bottle in her hand
But ain't no guarantee
She getting drunk with me
But I'm like that's kool though
Gone do ya

the brown
Nothing to fear 
Off the clear
Some shed tears 
I crack bottles
It's sound trifling that's how I handle my vices 
Swimming in a pool of liquor
Is

to everywhere
Must I obey those rules?
Or do what I think is fair?

One more dose, one bottle of whiskey
My good friend is always there for me
With the advice

play by all the rules I’m given
Don’t commit no crime
The golden rule is how I’m living
Feelings in the air
Few say listen most say not to
Too much

I know what you like

Baby I know what you like
Real niggas 
Big spenders, what you like
Bottle senders
Weekenders, baby I know what you like
Ass

but a club host
They love us
POA boys n the building
U should wanna fuck whit us
Cause we the realest
Popping tags
And bottles
Getting sexed by models

I've been lost at sea for a minute
Got a little bottle maybe there's a message in it
See the current take a couple people who weren't swimming, hope

crazy
Pop a bottle fxxx the night
We about to keep going till it's A.M
If you wanna have another then depend on me

Yeah your body's all mean
All natural

Blank walls
And cigarettes
Mistakes
And no regrets
No candles
For second best
Just back to
Another bed

White wine
In a dive
Bar standing by your

Now I'm sitting at the bar and it's getting late 
Thinking it's another dumb mistake 
I could've been doing anything 
Empty bottles 
Left out by