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Say I - E-40/Wiz Khalifa (维兹·卡利法)
All in favor of giving ripped and gone
And you're gonna have to call someone
To drive you home
Say I I I I I I I
All in favor of getting super high
You might start to feel like a bird that can fly
Say I I I I I I I
Brought me in and watch me go
Bad on a hoe a** ni**a
Don't give me no more
I'm on my second fifth of liquor
Once I'm power up it's hard for me to power down
I f**k a ni**a up
And put tears on em like a clown
I went from rags to riches riches to rags
Top convertibles Benzs and Jags
Smoking me herbal sipping me wine
Or should I say turbo '
Cause it's green and it's lime
Ever since he was infant
He was raised around pimps
When he took his first step
He walked with a limp
Man this ni**a hard headed damn fool
His teacher sucked his xxxx in high school
Supercalifragilistic ex be ala hooligan
Breakin down the diesel mixing cookies
With the headband
Went to jail on a Friday
Didn't get out till Tuesday
Got a DUI for drinking too much lou b**ch
All in favor of giving ripped and gone
And you're gonna have to call someone
To drive you home
Say I I I I I I I
All in favor of getting super high
You might start to feel like a bird that can fly
Say I I I I I I I
I Got a DUI why
I didn't even have to drive
Now I'm in jail for a crime
Made bail and I paid the fine
My lawyer charged me high a** prices
DNV bout to take my license
Insurance is going up
And when I go to court I know I'm f**ked
All this sh*t just for drinking
Need a designated driver
I'm to drunk for thinking
Two hands on the steering wheel
Don't let a friend drink
And drive if you being real
Might crash the whip
Might lose your life
If I get too high tonight just make sure
I making home safe and you do the same
Now let's get f**ked up and lose it man b**ch
All in favor of giving ripped and gone
And you're gonna have to call someone
To drive you home
Say I I I I I I I
All in favor of getting super high
You might start to feel like a bird that can fly
Say I I I I I I I
Roll the paper so loud
I wake up the neighbors
The boss I don't need no favor
You p**sy so f**k a hater b**ch
Now that my cake up
My crib got an elevator
My new shoes is alligator
And ever meal got a waiter with it
And I'm all about pour drank up
While I'm rolling the stank up
Sweat my wife out her make up
Blow a pound when I wake up
See the cars they don't wanna race us
I do it big niggas do it A Cup
Walk up in the club
Then gonna bring some champagne
I'm a blow a lot of drugs
I put money on it
Spendin all this bank let a f**k ni**a hate
Real ni**a show love sound funny don't it
All this money think I lucked up
All this Gin got me f**ked up
Man I live life the taylor way
Drinking Bombay and lemonade
Rolling up some paper planes
All in favor of giving ripped and gone
And you're gonna have to call someone
To drive you home
Say I I I I I I I
All in favor of getting super high
You might start to feel like a bird that can fly
Say I I I I I I I