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ameriqa - drinksmokefucksleep lyrics

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chorus:

lately i’m rushin’ off away with my life
that p-ssy pushin’ me to turn off the light
like californiacation in this b-tch up all night
(just your every single day thing)
you know how we bangin’ no need for explainin’

drink smoke f-ck sleep
drink smoke f-ck sleep
drink smoke f-ck sleep
do it again

drink smoke f-ck sleep
drink smoke f-ck sleep
drink smoke f-ck sleep
do it again

drink smoke f-ck sleep
drink smoke f-ck sleep
drink smoke f-ck sleep
do it again

we drank that sh-t we smoke it
(we f-ck sleep f-ck sleep)
do it again

verse 01:

yo baby tell me bout just tell me bout yo favorite rapper
n if ain’t him and he ain’t me why u on my matress
no complications no luv before and no luvin’ after
new party brand new chapter brand new p-ssy same ol’ captain

shorty what’s good what’s happenin’ young brudda fresh about the trapland
smokin’ on that good good from pakistan that mr. charlie chaplin
mothaf-cka hood like crackheads ima let my neighbors know that dre mackin’
young man don’t you bring no bullsh-t back here thats what my mamma said n sent me out for bread

but i went and got that money money mo money money instead
brought a couple g’s back guess she wasn’t upset
and that’s word of mouth real mothaf-cka till they shut me out
no party next door it’s a party in my house bad b-tches know the route

verse 02:

that b-tch amazin’ that budda blazin’ we raise them gl-sses in slow mo
gotta call from a buddy with a confirmation bout the party at his place tommorow
live fast walker paul mothaf-ckas that gon ride slow die slow
we be hangin’ out the window with a f-ck yo life sign
turn up turn up till the kn-b is broke

whole lotta narcotics up in here
penny lookin’ b-tches turn to dimes for da drunk cavaliers
ima make yo memories disapear
we the mothaf-ckas bringin heavy ruckus from the front to the rear
blew the skunk in her ear
threw the pump in the air
buck buck like a mothaf-cka really don’t care
got the bottle in the bucket errbody want a hit that
good good no bullsh-t

reppin’ that 61 code till my skull split
brother got a bright flow f-ck ya dull spit
shots on a naked body shorty dyin to hit
trade a molly for a molly when her lips on my lips

and that’s word of mouth
fake mothaf-ckas we don’t shout em out
love to live it p-ss the limit that’s without a doubt
let me tell you what i’ve been bout

- ameriqa lyrics

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