Tonalité : Bb major
Verse 1
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[Verse 1]
I'm a drink 'til I drop on my ass,
this is Holiday
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Eb
I'm a go and celebrate
and hop on the ass
Abm
That's one more chance,
Eb
Dick Frank White ain't dead
A
Think you the shit,
Eb
leave me your chick, the light ain't red
Matter fact just want to leave
Abm
'cause the fights is on
Db
Eb
I'm a still be here when the lights is on
Got a fat ass in front of me,
Dutch in my mouth
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Eb
Wit a Corona in my left hand
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Eb
You try to front I'll coma your best man
Db
I keep a trick on my sleeve,
Eb
more like a two fifth on my sleeve
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Eb
Then I switch it to the trey- duce
A
In my back pocket,
Eb
so me and love can stay loose
A
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It's like thugs ain't
A
partyin, I smoke 20 dimes
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Eb
I seen 20 dimes I love they body and
P tryin to score for the night
And to tell you the truth,
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my shit blown if we war for the night
Verse 2
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[Hook: x 2] We
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Eb
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gon' drink 'til we drunk,
A
dance 'til we drop
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Eb
And ain't nobody leavin
'til the music stop
Can I get a Soul Clap [gun clicks]
Abm
Eb
Can I get a Soul Clap
[gun clicks]
Verse 3
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[Verse 2]
Ah- yo shit is still gravy though
I keep a open case,
A
the block hot I need a song for the radio
Eb
P at the club,
niggas scared to let they lady go
A
Eb
Foot Locker 4 for 20's
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Could a had her some jeans,
Eb
Nike Airs, I keep all my money
A
Db
Eb
Still slide out the club wit a gorgeous honey
I don't care if it's a hole in the wall,
A
I feel comfortable
Eb
Violate P, that's a hole in your jaw
Db
Eb
All I want is cranberry
and Courvoisier
Db
Eb
I'm trying to talk to a dime
Motherfucker,
but I still take my time
A
Eb
Cocksucker, to rob why'all niggas
for why'all Cardiers
I got a flow that you hardly hear
Db
And a gun wit a silencer,
Eb
why 'cause they hardly hear
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Eb
I got honies flockin around,
A
smoke in the air
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Db
Wit a cool ass bomb like Bob Marley
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there
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Abm
Eb
Verse 4
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Db
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[Hook: x
A
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2]
Verse 5
Eb
[Verse 3]
I'm the gentleman to hold the door
I'm the gangsta that's lettin off
the three while loadin the four
Rather get a Soul Clap than clap your soul
A
Eb
Honey askin how many
blunts I have to roll
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Eb
I'm a smoke til I'm high,
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drink til I'm drunk
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I'm on my tour,
Eb
shit and I ain't get a wink in a month
My favorite color is green
Db
But I'm stacked for the moment
Eb
so I'ma pick pink for the month
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Eb
If you could take a hint, then after this party
If you want,
hop in the Viper limo with the tints
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Eb
Got the fifty Cal, so hold that
A
Tell 'em roll back
Eb
A
I show niggas the real meaning of Soul Clap
Db
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[Hook: x 2]
Outro 1
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