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rehab - stoli lyrics

[intro]
yo
w-ssup son
w-ssup, what’s really good
whats really good right now
hahahahaa

[verse 1]
i’m billin’ at the club with a bottle and a bag
fresh to death head to toe with that average joe swag
lookin’ walmart chic with the exception of the sneakers
got my own shit b-mpin’ through them clarion speakers
got burn one at the wheel with the pistol on tug
got demun and crisis with me y’all don’t wanna press your luck
i got the windows down, hoody weather with a breeze
that’s four mother f-ckers, eight pockets full of cheese

[chorus]
i got a whole bottle of stolichnaya
a fresh bag of fire from my supplier
and i think i just saw cloud 9
hundred and ninety-nine fly by
la la la la la la

[verse 2]
this shit cut to the bone
criminals sing this song (hey!)
what’s real can you not feel
the way we murder and k!ll
open minds up and let guts spill
never done on this level until
now you might win a battle or a freestyle
but that’s t-ball and i’m on a million miles
you got a sling shot i got armor and a shield
and a lot of hundred-dollar bills
and a hot model cooking all of my meals
new york lawyer closin’ my deals
nothing on the table, every cent banked
dipped head to toe and my shit don’t stank
great white shark in a fish tank
genie in your wish list, what your b-tch thank?
what your b-tch thank?

[chorus]
i got a whole bottle of stolichnaya
a fresh bag of fire from my supplier
and i think i just saw cloud 9
hundred and ninety-nine fly by

i got a whole bottle of stolichnaya
a fresh bag of fire from my supplier
and i think i just saw cloud 9
hundred and ninety-nine fly by
la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la

[verse 3]
jimmy ty, daniel ellsworth, alexander perkins
got ’em all slurpin’ the gherkin
murkin’ and twerkin’ and looking it’s workin’
i’m arrogant, american, the liquor drinking derelict
they wonder where i get the nerve, nowhere in particular
b-tches say i’m immature then they want a signature
boyfriend trippin’, hematomas, ligatures
your girl still got a pretty face but look at yours
i could take your hooker sure
i could also make a coffee table book of turds

i’m a 6-pack, and get back 12 to raise hell and a case
if you don’t get the f-ck out my face…

[chorus]
i got a whole bottle of stolichnaya
a fresh bag of fire from my supplier
and i think i just saw cloud 9
hundred and ninety-nine fly by
la la la la la la

i got a whole bottle of stolichnaya
a fresh bag of fire from my supplier
and i think i just saw cloud 9
hundred and ninety-nine fly by
la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la

[verse 4]
we been poppin’ collars
like a bullet through the knot in a necktie
headline act with a 10 o’clock set time
4 o’clock load in label on the phone
“yo we need a record from you danny”
gotta meet the deadline
another night writing for the sunlight bedtime
purple circles, around my red eyes
elevate the mind state
try to relax with a bottle and a sack
and they call this big time
chiefin’ like a chief in a wigwam
inhale deep this shit will make ya wig warm
crysis jones on the left
ty, “what the hook gonna be?”
i was thinking something like the weed hook
don’t mean, yeahhhh…
maybe not
take a shot of vodka
pack another bowl up
talk a little caca
(talk a little caca)
smoke until we c-ckeyed
(smoke until we c-ckeyed)
alright…

[outro]
i’m billin’ at the club with a bottle and a bag
fresh to death head to toe with that average joe swag
lookin’ walmart chic with the exception of the sneakers
got my own shit b-mpin’ through them clarion speakers

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