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absolut-p - the 1'z lyrics

[intro]
she wanna slide?
(uh#oh, close the door)

[verse 1]
i been sippin’ drinks, i been mixing drinks
i been on my lonely, don’t care what you think
shawty stay coming through, she know what i’mma do
faded, out with the crew, only time i misuse
no i can’t feel nothing, no i can’t feel nothing
she wanna feel somethin, i make her feel something
aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
(uh oh, close the door)
off designer drugs, i just feel in love
she keep f#cking up, ain’t no trusting her
entertain your lady, that’s just how god made me
entertaining daily, she wanna have my babies
i can’t feel nothing, i can’t feel nothing
she want me to stay but i’m a business man

[chorus]
umm, we the only ones f#cked up in the building
umm, we the only ones higher than the ceiling
umm, actin like they know, but don’t the feeling
umm, we the only ones down to play the villains
i been sippin drinks, i been mixing drinks
i been on my lonely, don’t care what you think
shawty stay coming through, she know what i’mma do
faded, out with the crew, only time i misuse
no i can’t feel nothing, no i can’t feel nothing
she wanna feel somethin, i make her feel something
aye, aye, aye

[break]
pshh
mpsa s##t forever ever, you know how i’m rockin’
what up kevy
(uh#oh, close the door)

[verse 2]
we the only ones turned up in the building
make her sit down on the d#ck, so she can feel it
her ex was a cappin n#gga, she ain’t used to no realist
that ain’t molly that you on, that’s a muscle relaxer
aye, aye, aye
n#ggas think they drugs designer, but they off brand
yo boy think he got good sh#t, n#gga got that bum equipment
yo best friend is stuart little, yeah ya n#gga a little rat
probably smoking dank dope in your cul#de#sac
drug combo give ya heart attack
i ain’t even worrying about you to react
i ain’t even gonna worry about what them drugs do to you, i don’t really f#ck with you like that
kevy can’t feel, and i’m numb like i took a whole bunch of quaaludes
aye, i’m off edibles with a bad b#tch, and she can’t cook
n#gga, i don’t know, i ain’t seen her, aye, she a looker
aye what biggie shorty say, just cause she dress like a hooker, don’t mean she a hooker
aye, you gotta pay how you play, and if you ain’t gonna pay, then n#gga, you ain’t gonna get her
aye, i got beans on me, i’m a farmer
she call me papi like i’m her father
she think she a promoter, she posted some flyers
why n0body show up at that bar though
my d#ck, and drugs, heavy like cargo
that ain’t yo vlone, n#gga that’s borrowed
all these n#ggas looking tacky like tacks
i’m with kevy ocho, rolling out the sack
we the only ones f#cked up in the building, that’s why we got the dope in here
aye, nah, you can’t hit on my sack, n#gga what you got on my twenty twin twin?

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