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verse 1:
Man I live up in B.R
Ima die up in B.R
I got s**t to do today so I cant die until tomorrow
I done stole a bag of dro Im gettin high til tomorrow
nigg* play with me right now im bussin nine til tomorrow
My s**t got a bad motor i aint promised til tomorrow
so as long as I got gas ima drive it til tomorrow
lookin for a b*tch thats bad so we can act until tomorrow
put that hoe up on this dro and beat that as* until tomorrow
Baby momma as* just gonna be mad until tomorrow
me and boosie rollin guards and acting bad til tomorrow
how bout we get pessy drunk and then stagger until tomorrow
yo b*tch tight, I wantta me borrow her, let me have her til tomorrow
dont give a fk about who smellin when its comin out ya car
Im inhalin and exhalin gettin blunted til tomorrow
lets go posted up at the spot and make some change til tomorrow
if im laid s**t i might do the same thang tomorrow
chorus: (x4)
Laid way back behind black gettin blowed
full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes
verse 2:
I was spose to go drop my red bone off or not
for some fit she trynna cop said she need right now
what had happen was I had stopped by my nigg* B spot and he had a big blunt of that dro and I forgot
I was spose to go to the studio I got some hits to drop
but a b*tch had hit me on the phone and told me to come pick her up
cuz how she fk my d*ck got hard
she tellin me how she so wide
she took those draws off and I forgot
went to check the mailbox
some sepeana from the mothafka
tellin me my court date in 2 weeks for beatin on my older woman
showed up at that hoe apartment
smokin somethin ran into her
put it in her mouth and charges dropped
man you know a nigg*
chorus: (x4)
verse 3:
When I walk up in the mall with that big as* stack
fresh kicks fresh boes with the jersey to match
you know I got to do it big nigg* give me the hat
manager comin out the back cuz all he smell is that dro
when I go and see my hoes my eyes be all low
my clothes be full of smoke they mommas be knowin Im blowed
them ghetto mommas dont trip they be askin you got some mo
let her momma hit the dro and all she smell is that dro
when I hit the club they can tell
cuz Im puttin it in the air
hoes ask can they hit askin is it for sale
security dont be trippin they puttin in tne air
when you in here thats all you smell high dro is what we smokin
when we be
chorus: (x4)