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Yeah, I'm fried | Yeah, I'm fried | Yeah, I'm fried
(Metro!) Yeah, I'm fried Yeah, I'm fried Yeah, I'm fried Yeah Yeah, I'm fried Yeah Yeah, I'm fried Yeah, I'm fried I just blew a check in the strip club on a Wednesday She ain't goin', then I'ma ask her what her friend say Yeah, I'm fried Yeah, I'm fried Yeah, I'm fried I'm still high from the night before, and I popped another one Do you roll, roll, roll, like the stone? Do you got more than two or three phones? Do you? I'm fried, yes, fried I'm fucked up 'bout lil' shorty, she a vibe I'm fucked up 'bout lil' shorty, she a vibe I'm fucked up 'bout lil' shorty, she a vibe I'm fucked up 'bout lil' shorty Hold a nigga down and she tote my Glock 40 Bust her down, ice her out just like my artists Every time we link, it's like we throwin' a private party Yeah, yeah, walk inside the strip club, I'm just a walkin' bankroll I don't want my old hoes 'cause them hoes all old Lookin' for that young shit, 24 Baby have buns, shit, I'm bendin' it over Big pimpin', rockin' with her like I'm Dame Dash She waitressin' at Starlets, ain't too many I ain't had She Spanish, she can't call me, "Papi," I make her call me, "Dad" Her panties off, she come through every time when I smash She ain't try to charge, but anyway, I gave her a lil' cash I'm poppin' it off, I'm tryna make her ex-nigga mad Leaned up, just took two pills, damn, a nigga throwed Underhand, overhand, the money gettin' blowed Yeah, I'm fried Yeah, I'm fried I just blew a check in the strip club on a Wednesday I don't care if she ain't goin', then ask her what her friend say I bet she say, "Comprende" Yeah, yeah, fried Yeah, I'm fried I fuck with shorty 'cause shorty is a vibe Right To my left and my right And my front I got blunts and I love puttin' on stunts, uh, yeah Take a shot every day, we gon' get high every day Told my girl I been cuttin' off shorty, wouldn't hit her anyway Same day, any way, then had to make sure she sign an NDA Pretty girls all across the world, they know sensei This mud got my mind gone, different tax bracket, different time zone Drink out the Styrofoam, but I ain't never been this high though I just got my roll on, I ain't popped like this in so long I just like to vibe on her, went plain jane, two-tone Took a couple uppers, downers, mixed 'em up together Runnin' through this money like it's never felt better I just went to Cleef and bought the store from overseas Shorty got me blowin' money fast like Meech I'm fried, yes, fried I'm fucked up 'bout lil' shorty, she a vibe I'm fucked up 'bout lil' shorty, she a vibe I'm fucked up 'bout lil' shorty, she a vibe I'm fried, yes, fried I'm fucked up 'bout lil' shorty, she a vibe I'm fucked up 'bout lil' shorty, she a vibe I'm fucked up 'bout lil' shorty, she a vibe You know, we the best in the business Why you think I mean when I say that? What the fuck you think I mean when I say that, man? We the best in the business There is no competition for us, man
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