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b o b - strange clouds (remix) lyrics

(feat. t.i. & young jeezy)

[verse 1: young jeezy]
i’ve been drinking so much, my b-tch said you’re an alcoholic
every time i find something i’m good, b-tch you gotta spoil it
she said boy you need some help, d-mn right, you got it bad
i said b-tch, we’ll see the next time that i buy your -ss a bag
yeah, jeez is talkin’ burr, last time he seen a brick
what the f-ck he rapping about?
last time he had a hit?
in the pack i got his loud like
who the f-ck you talking to
all that yelling, all that screaming
what the f-ck you bout to do?
i don’t do the lean, but what’s up with them double cups
i say put vodka in both them m-th-f-ckas, double up
i’m so high up in the clouds, i hope i make it home
i’m so f-cked up in the booth right now, i hope i make this song

[hook: x2]
all we do is pour it up
all night, drinks out
(that’s how we do it)
(that’s how we do it)
and all we do is light it up
all night, all you see is strange clouds
strange clouds, strange clouds

[verse 2: b.o.b]
on a private jet, left to right
i be coast to coastin’
eh, i don’t get throwed i just twist up and get rollercoasting
eh, i’m gone, grandaddy, purp cologne, n-gg-, stop
so high i live in the sky, leroy jessie drone, n-gg-
okay, if i ball, they dodge balling: elementary
i be smoking that old bun, that oval office, that presidency
she pop, her knees drop, cause these bottles are complimentary
all night we making history, paparazzi be doc-menting my clique
you sideline i’m headline, at the top
take home the gold, then hit the bowl, i’m mike phelps
raise out, with the prize belt, olympic ganja, d-mn right
i’m 12.30, i’m google baby, all day, all night

[verse 3: t.i.]
every time you see ’em, shawty going in
go to jail, get back, here we go again
back of that black benz, getting to that dough again
million, grand hustle real n-gg-, no pretend
bank roll, can’t fold, dough to the ceiling
and the legend where we living, bankhead brilliant
ghetto boujie, with b-tches with ghetto booty
let’s go cutie swagga so art deco
i act prada, margiela, louie
blowing sticky icky
get her gooey ooey
he said she won’t licky licky
he don’t know me do we
ay truly, tip is just the coolest
thought you knew this
guess the proof is in how long a n-gg- do it
ba-ba-bowww

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