
Alcohol, Pussy & Weed 8Ball & MJG
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[Chorus: 8Ball & MJG]
Alcohol, pussy, and weed
Alcohol, pussy, and weed
Alcohol, pussy, and weed
Alcohol, pussy, and weed
Alcohol, pussy, and weed
Alcohol, pussy, and weed
Alcohol, pussy, and weed
Alcohol, pussy, and weed
[Verse 1: 8Ball]
Yeah, let's toast put your cups and your drugs in the air
Put your hood in the air, make the bitches stop and stare
Get crunk put your pistols in the air, make 'em pop
Get buck 'til the police have to come and make us stop
Hennessy, Grey Goose, 1800 of Patron
Keep drinking double shots 'til the whole bottle gone
Get fucked up and try to take a piece of pussy home
Niggas acting up, Corona bottle to his dome
Where the dro? Cut the cigarillos straight down the middle
Make the blunts real big, hold a drink and sip a little
Boys with that bread throw it around make the world know
Been around the world country crib where the fam go
Big booty lady in the front row at all my shows
Singing all the words and pulling on my new clothes
And I was told everything glitter ain't gold
After my hustlin' over y'all know what I'm looking for
Alcohol, pussy, and weed
Alcohol, pussy, and weed
Alcohol, pussy, and weed
Alcohol, pussy, and weed
Alcohol, pussy, and weed
Alcohol, pussy, and weed
Alcohol, pussy, and weed
Alcohol, pussy, and weed
[Verse 1: 8Ball]
Yeah, let's toast put your cups and your drugs in the air
Put your hood in the air, make the bitches stop and stare
Get crunk put your pistols in the air, make 'em pop
Get buck 'til the police have to come and make us stop
Hennessy, Grey Goose, 1800 of Patron
Keep drinking double shots 'til the whole bottle gone
Get fucked up and try to take a piece of pussy home
Niggas acting up, Corona bottle to his dome
Where the dro? Cut the cigarillos straight down the middle
Make the blunts real big, hold a drink and sip a little
Boys with that bread throw it around make the world know
Been around the world country crib where the fam go
Big booty lady in the front row at all my shows
Singing all the words and pulling on my new clothes
And I was told everything glitter ain't gold
After my hustlin' over y'all know what I'm looking for
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