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Rex Dolce
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Actavis
(Intro)
Hol' onnn,
Coming to you live,
from two ten, San Antone Texas,
Fall back or fall flat,
know-im-talkin-bout,
(1st Verse: Rex Dolce)
Twist it uppppppp,
Take a hit to the brain,
Gotta ease this pain, cause my life just aint the same,
I cant give upppppp,
Gotta charge it to the game,
Tired of paying with change, Trying hard just to maintain,
This aint enoughhhhhh,
Im holding on this rope,
Aint tryna sell no dope, need some faith and a little bit of hope,
Its getting roughhhhhh,
I just need to be gone,
So tonight its fuck Patron, Grab two cups of styrofoam and pour it up
Pour up, its going downnnnn,
5th wheel on the truck,
Couple sluts, actavis, I get my cup,
And then I fill it with a lineeeeee,
My niggas Texas trill,
Hold ya cups up and tell me how it feels,
Hol' on,
(Chorus: Rex Dolce)
It dont matter bout how my day goes,
At the end all we need is a piece of mind,
Grab my swishers and then I lay low,
Smoke some trees and pour me up a couple lines,
Of my Actavis,
Aint pouring deuces no more, we pouring 4's
Aint pouring deuces no more, we pouring 4's
Aint pouring deuces no more, we pouring 4's
In that styrofoam, double cupped im gone,
Hol' on,
(2nd Verse: Yung Cre)
1st step is that mini,
Im addicted and I cant help it,
When it comes down to that Actavis,
I just get to acting so selfish,
Cant drink this gotta get your own,
Im sipping till the ice melted,
But if you smoke strong, here, roll your own,
Its lots more of that relish,
Get highed up like Propellers,
With them three bad ass yellas,
Then im hopping off in the Deville,
And im peeling off, Cruella,
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Baby come and work for NASA, I can get you higher,
But we get stoned, so I wont say that I can not get you fired,
Im double cupped with ice,
Tired of poring up in that Sprite,
Finna experiment with Big Pineapple see what the deal be like,
Now im dranked out and im zooted,
Chiefing on polluted,
Only gas here, them loud packs,
That shit you smoking, muted,
And that drank you sippin', foolish,
They done hit you in yo medulla,
So go dive off the cliff, me and the clique will call you Scooba,
JarHeadz we the troopers,
CruFesh, Salute us,
Latest high tops, my Supras,
Never smoking out of that hooka
(Chorus: Rex Dolce)
It dont matter bout how my day goes,
At the end all we need is a piece of mind,
Grab my swishers and then I lay low,
Smoke some trees and pour me up a couple lines,
Of my Actavis,
Aint pouring deuces no more, we pouring 4's
Aint pouring deuces no more, we pouring 4's
Aint pouring deuces no more, we pouring 4's
In that styrofoam, double cupped im gone,
Hol' on,
(Outro: Rex Dolce)
Its just one of them days mayne, (All my niggas faded)
A nigga like me just need to chill out and, (pour up get wasted)
Pour up, Just get that drank mayne,
Sometime thats the only thing that can ease my mind,
Thats the only thing that can, put me in my right place, (Everywhere They play this)
I mean shit, a nigga tired of coming home
My girl trippin, my boss trippin, the fam trippin, (Cause all my niggas faded)
Its like man, I just wanna pour up and get away,
Tonight im on one my nigga, im on one, you feel me (Pour up and get wasted)
Pour up and get wasted,
Everybody act a damn foo,
Im CruFresh down to my shoes,
And all my niggas stay faded too,
Ciroc, Patron and Grey Goose,
Had all these girls straight going loose,
In my hotel with my whole crew,
Using no hands, bluetooth,
Gotta keep it true, My team the truth,
Screaming free my niggas and fuck the jail,
Some of the homies got out on bail,
I fucked the world and then I fucked ya girl, ha,
We aint pouring deuces no more, We pouring 4's,
In that styrofoam, double cupped im gone, Hol' onn
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