[Intro]
Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
I'm reunited with, uh, all of my, uh, yeah-yeah
I'm reunited with, uh, all of my
I'm reunited with, uh
I'm reunited with, uh
Okay, okay
[Chorus: Benji.]
I'm reunited with, uh, all of my vices, I can't
I can't deny it, I still got fuckin' problems, I try
I try to fight it, it don't, ain't try to hide it, go 'head
Loc be my lady, I'm up a couple thousand
Playin' roulette like Bobby Boucher
Wa-Wa-Wa-Water on a Tuesday for all this D'Ussé
I surely feel like I'm drunk
I probably drink the Kool-Aid, that shit be packin' a punch
It's like a jab to the face, I'm probably not gettin' up
[Verse 1: Doctur Dot]
Fuck what you heard, nigga shit, gon' spin it
Been independent, still with my twin, he can finish my sеntence
I don't know her namе, but she one of my bitches, number exchange
And I'm runnin' up in it, no funny business, I ain't on no weird shit, might probably spill this
I ain't t-boz, and I sure ain't chilli', is it just me or the energy shiftin'?
Nigga growin' up, might live to be the villain
When a nigga die, hope they put me on buildings
I'm out the space, you can never come near this
I heard your tape, but I really ain't feel it
Fresh out the woods, where they follow my footprints
Credit store fucked up, know I got good dick
Swervin' through the hood, brake screechin' like woodwinds
I don't think about much, I really just do shit
Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
I'm reunited with, uh, all of my, uh, yeah-yeah
I'm reunited with, uh, all of my
I'm reunited with, uh
I'm reunited with, uh
Okay, okay
[Chorus: Benji.]
I'm reunited with, uh, all of my vices, I can't
I can't deny it, I still got fuckin' problems, I try
I try to fight it, it don't, ain't try to hide it, go 'head
Loc be my lady, I'm up a couple thousand
Playin' roulette like Bobby Boucher
Wa-Wa-Wa-Water on a Tuesday for all this D'Ussé
I surely feel like I'm drunk
I probably drink the Kool-Aid, that shit be packin' a punch
It's like a jab to the face, I'm probably not gettin' up
[Verse 1: Doctur Dot]
Fuck what you heard, nigga shit, gon' spin it
Been independent, still with my twin, he can finish my sеntence
I don't know her namе, but she one of my bitches, number exchange
And I'm runnin' up in it, no funny business, I ain't on no weird shit, might probably spill this
I ain't t-boz, and I sure ain't chilli', is it just me or the energy shiftin'?
Nigga growin' up, might live to be the villain
When a nigga die, hope they put me on buildings
I'm out the space, you can never come near this
I heard your tape, but I really ain't feel it
Fresh out the woods, where they follow my footprints
Credit store fucked up, know I got good dick
Swervin' through the hood, brake screechin' like woodwinds
I don't think about much, I really just do shit
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