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Rex Dolce
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Hatchback
(1st Verse)
Hol onnnn' (Inhales)
I gotta take a hit and ease my mind,
might take some time,
Still tryna figure out what happened last night,
Bitch by my side, naked ass, looking at that kinda made me hard,
I gotta clean up, dont know where to start, somebody stole my niggas car,
And hes mad ad fuck, sad as fuck, drunk as fuck, and high too,
Tryna make sure he dont cause a scene, wave to my neighbors like 'How are you'
Passed out, now a niggas screwed. Gotta get this muh'fucka in the house,
Tried to call Kev, tried to call Scrapp, them niggas here passed out on my couch,
And my parents gone be back soon, Fuck, I need to vacuum,
I gotta shit, but I got these drunk bitches up in my bathroom.
Damn foo, I shoulda known, Weed and drinks dont mix,
And if you afraid of heights, dont come wit us,
Cause you finna get high then a bitch, Hol' upp
(Chorus)
I dont know what happened last night so im looking passed that
Wake up shorty, Go get swishers and bring me my cash back.
Break that OG, twist it up, we hot boxing her hatchback,
She just got paid, I tell that hoe go cash that.
Then call up T, you got that tree?
Better get Sprite cause I got that lean,
And we can pour up, roll up, toak up,
Get high with the team, Hol'up
I call up T, 'What you need?'
Just a little drank and a little bit of weed
And we can roll up, toak up, pour up
Watch a muh'fucka lean, Hol'up
(2nd Verse)
Panties on the floor, uncooked toast in the toaster,
Rubbers on the sofa, we must've had bitches over.
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Lifes hard when you get fucked up, but harder when your sober,
So I light my L's and take my shots, hoping theres no hangover.
We just party arty arty hard. Best night I had.
They had they titties out like Mardi Gras, these chicks in the bag.
And every girl out here will do it all, for a little bit of cash.
I see you niggas looking, stop and pause, Oh what you mad?
Because I leave her, You keep her, You love her I dont need her.
Im feeling like a leaner with this pint in my 2 liter.
Yo girl is my creeper, she should be on cheaters.
Everytime I come over she throws it at me, Derek Jeter,
So I put that in a sleeper then I know it out.
That body pheenin, and they keep it dripping, I leave em leakin'
We fuck bitches in every region, on my king shit,
Think im dreaming cause she sucks me while im sleepin'
Then I wake up and watch episodes of BatMan, finish up the last can,
I know these chicks is wasted, they keep running to the trash can,
Awe damn, I shoulda known, Weed and drinks dont mix.
And if you afraid of heights, dont come with us,
Cause you finna get high than a bitch, hol' up
(Chorus) 2 x's
I dont know what happened last night so im looking passed that
Wake up shorty, Go get swishers and bring me my cash back.
Break that OG, twist it up, we hot boxing her hatchback,
She just got paid, I tell that hoe go cash that.
Then call up T, you got that tree?
Better get Sprite cause I got that lean,
And we can pour up, roll up, toak up,
Get high with the team, Hol'up
I call up T, 'What you need?'
Just a little drank and a little bit of weed
And we can roll up, toak up, pour up
Watch a muh'fucka lean, Holdup
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