Y’all already know what it is
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This is that wyle out shit
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Yeah something to wyle out with
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If you copping a brick then ride out quick, quick, quick
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We top of the pile outchea
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‘Cause nobody dropping a style outchea
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Homie pour me a vodka, let’s do it up proper
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This could be my wyle out year
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Yeah we puffing the loud
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Blood, I feel like this could be the year
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That we bust out
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Not particularly proud
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‘Cause they reserve me a permanent seat at the pub now
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Fuck it I’m chucking it down
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Chugging a stout, I’ma be brutally honest
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This one ain’t nothing profound, it’s me fucking around
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Sculling a schooner of orange
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Mix it with vodka, me and the homies
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Are totally flummoxed, it’s four in the morning
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They pushing me home in a trolley, I’m trolleyed
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Looking all vertically challenged, I’m making a promise
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That a year from today
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I’ll be stumbling sloppy, picture the squad
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Getting totally bolloxed and murdering sonnets
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Slurping the bourbon while choofing the purplest chronic
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Y’all already know what it is
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This is that wyle out shit
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Yeah something to wyle out with
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If you copping a brick then ride out quick, quick, quick
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We top of the pile outchea
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‘Cause nobody dropping a style outchea
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Homie pour me a vodka, let’s do it up proper
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This could be my wyle out year (Run, run, run it)
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Y’all already know what it is
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This is that wyle out shit (That shit)
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Yeah something to wyle out with
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If you copping a brick then ride out quick, quick, quick
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We top of the pile outchea (Outchea)
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‘Cause nobody dropping a style outchea
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Homie pour me a vodka, let’s do it up proper
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This could be my wyle out year
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Got the whole squad busy living before we die
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Until we kick the bucket say fuck it, we getting live
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Got the whole squad busy living before we die
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Until we kick the bucket say fuck it, we getting live
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But another beggar with a pan
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Looking for a dollar wanna spend it on a gram (4:20)
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Chop a session for the fam, holla at me, not a problem
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We the freshest in the land (Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop)
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You can tell them in advance, help them get across it
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While I tell it to the tonic in my hand like a modern Aristotle
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We already got it popping, put a message in the bottle
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And address it to your man (Whoop, whoop)
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This is what I am, this is what I live
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Call it philosophic I ain’t bothered by a profit
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Prophecy is what I give, cop it on the chin
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Like a boxer in the ring (Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop)
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I’m not stressing on a thing, bring a bada bing
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Bring a bada boom, I’m blotto on the piss
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You already know what it is
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Stuff the chronic in the spliff, get lit like a motherfucking wolf
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Y’all already know what it is
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This is that wyle out shit
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Yeah something to wyle out with
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If you copping a brick then ride out quick, quick, quick
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We top of the pile outchea
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‘Cause nobody dropping a style outchea
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Homie pour me a vodka, let’s do it up proper
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This could be my wyle out year
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This could be my wyle out year
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This could be my wyle out year
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This could be my wyle out year
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This could be my wyle out year
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This could be my wyle out year
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This could be my wyle out year
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This could be my wyle out year
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Fuck it this could be my wyle out year
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Y’all already know what it is
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This is that wyle out shit
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Yeah something to wyle out with
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If you copping a brick then ride out quick, quick, quick
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We top of the pile outchea
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‘Cause nobody dropping a style outchea
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Homie pour me a vodka, let’s do it up proper
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This could be my wyle out year
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Whoop, whoop, whoop
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Whoop, whoop, whoop
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Whoop, whoop, whoop
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Fuck it this could be my wyle out year
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Whoop, whoop, whoop
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Whoop, whoop, whoop
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Whoop, whoop, whoop
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Fuck it this could be my wyle out year (Run it)
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Whoop, whoop, whoop
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Whoop, whoop, whoop
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Whoop, whoop, whoop
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Fuck it this could be my wyle out year
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Whoop, whoop, whoop
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Whoop, whoop, whoop
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Whoop, whoop, whoop
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Fuck it this could be my wyle out year |