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I be fillin’ my champagne flute with Prosecco Tryna celebrate life so we’re poppin’ corks Lemon haze taste like limoncello Hit the cart so hard that we’re poppin’ coils I left the bar in a black car With a broad that I met inside the Clermont She bought me lap dances, had some grandma titties in my face straight swingin’, she was drinkin’ that Grand Marnier Hey, I got the Xans all day, grams of yay and the shit’s so fire One sniff get you and your friend flambé Bitch so thick in the waist, I bet 1k that she tastes like Crème Anglaise and I can not wait to confirm it She blew a tune like a snake charmer do to a flute tryna prove she can handle the serpent Hit the stage afterwards, start conversin’ (with who?) With some girls that we’re lurkin’ (and then what?) It depends on the person, some hoes flirt first, then make you put the work in Some hoes are the worst kind (kind of what?) Kind of slut, I remember the first time I seen a chick sick of waitin’ on the artist So instead, she just went and gave some head to the merch guy Look bitch, I ain’t judgin’ ‘cause you wanted to fuck somebody right then and coundn’t wait for who you came for Even better that you gave some head to somebody regular, in a way, it kinda proves you’re not a fame whore I’m like the white Rudy Ray Moore People look at me and say I’m livin’ life like a playboy You got a pain? I got a great cure, I got a lower price and it weigh more A shot of Creek Water, tryna start the week on a sweet note As far as cheese go, I want the whole enchilada I want a thick Chicana that dreams of a gringo stuffin’ his chorizo inside her empanada North Atlanta brought up, I met a Xaniholic at the Family Dollar, she was drunk all sweaty Letras de cancionesShe said “Rittz, let me give you some head” I said “I got my dick sucked already, but…” The night’s still young, I feel numb I feel high and slightly drunk I feel wonderful inside tonight, and I have just begun The night’s still young, I feel numb I feel high and slightly drunk I’ve succumb to my temptations once again, but I ain’t done and the night‘s still young Backstage or the tour bus? Turn an Airbnb into a whorehouse No smokin’ in the hotel, “oh well”, my room smell like a sports lounge Blazin’ the Jesus Blanco, bring the cocaine to the table, so much people named me Chapo Just payin’, maybe not tho, the soft got me lookin’ like a crazed Diablo I rep the A, keep it playa, Poncho, Avion go great with lime So take a shot, I already been started drinkin’, I don’t wanna be The Lone Ranger Tonto Tell the manager to send the waiter pronto Fine dinin’, that’s Buckhead life, right? I used to fuck a hoe that stayed on Pharr Road But that’s neither here or there, goin’ airborne, with some hoes, I bet they’re on Heroin They keep noddin’ out wastin’ my weed, I’m like “jeez” Wish I never would have said I’d share mine Party favors on me, Bacardi chased with RC go together perfect Sorta how the Jordan 8s on feet, they look better when they coordinate with my tee Destroy everything, hit up Venomiz, I’m finna hit Detroit soon The homie Sly Stone and A-Laz came by with a pair of CNT Air Force Ones I can’t remember who they say had custom made mine, I just thought I might as well come harder The cigars that I puff, they come from Privada When the times got rough, had nothin’, none, nada Never thought I was gonna become the Don Dada Kinda feel like I did a bump of gun powder, when I’m partyin’, I’m hard to keep up with I ain’t tryna argue and fuss, I wanna party and fuck, and it’s annoyin’, so I kinda find it counterproductive What’s next? I took a few shrooms, I did a few bumps I got a few nudes from a new bitch ‘cause the two chicks I’m with right now drunk threathenin’ to shoot two dudes, but The night’s still young, I feel numb I feel high and slightly drunk I feel wonderful inside tonight, and I have just begun The night’s still young, I feel numb I feel high and slightly drunk I’ve succumb to my temptations once again, but I ain’t done and the night‘s still young From Letras Mania