Lyrics

Yeah, it's gonna be the longest night of life right here man (Damn right) Sun ain't never comin' up, ya know? Yeah! Some people like to drink Some people like to smoke Some people overthink Some people overdose I'm just trying to get the nicest Bottles on ices Pull some all nighters 'Cause everybody got Vices, vices, vices, vices Vices, vices, vices, vices Everybody got Vices, vices, vices, vices Vices, vices, vices, vices Everybody got I popped a couple bottles I took a couple shots I done fucked a couple models I done fucked a couple thots But from Seattle to Atlanta From Philly to the bay The only loyal bitch I know Is a loyal bitch named Tanqueray She gets me right everytime It ain't never no fussing or fighting She said she'll always be mine That's why I cuff her and wife her Now that's through sickness and health All the way 'til death do us part Ever since I seen her on the shelf I knew we'd always be together from the start And she tell me when my cups half empty I tell her when the bottles half full And I can't get enough so don't tempt me Sometimes she's chased with Red Bull Sometimes I have to re-up 'Cause I want to be with her all the time 'Cause everybody's got vices I just wanna come clean about mine Some people like to drink Some people like to smoke Some people overthink Some people overdose I'm just trying to get the nicest Bottles on ices Pull some all nighters 'Cause everybody got Vices, vices, vices, vices Vices, vices, vices, vices Everybody got Vices, vices, vices, vices Vices, vices, vices, vices Everybody got I rolled a couple fat ones I Passed around the dank I smashed a couple bad ones I smashed a couple skanks But from Cali to Carolina New York to Tijuana Only Mary that I know Is a faithful hoe named marijuana I be draped in all designer Won't can't me in nothing less Than a couple thousand dollars Success will just make 'em swallow Good sex will just make 'em holler Good weed will just make it better And ease the stress in my mind As I continue to going and get this cheddar Better roll it, lick it and then light it Puff puff, pass that thing around Everyday, I gets excited 'Cause this here, came from the ground And it was put, on the earth to smoke it I can't think, of a better time To light it up and ask if I wanna hit it 'Cause I know that I can't decline Luda Some people like to drink Some people like to smoke Some people overthink Some people overdose I'm just trying to get the nicest Bottles on ice Pull some all nighters 'Cause everybody got Vices, vices, vices, vices Vices, vices, vices, vices Everybody got Vices, vices, vices, vices Vices, vices, vices, vices Everybody got Worry, worry, worry, worry Worry 'bout your own fucking life Worry 'bout your own fucking life Worry 'bout your own fucking life Worry 'bout your own fucking life Worry 'bout your own Stay the fuck up outta of mine (Stay the fuck up outta of mine) Stay the fuck up out of mine (Stay the fuck up outta of mine) Stay the fuck up out of mine (Stay the fuck up outta of mine) Stay the fuck up out of mine (Stay the fuck up outta of mine) I'm alright bitch
Writer(s): Christopher Bridges, Floyd Nathaniel Hills, Marcella Araica Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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