When they visions fuckin blurry
You a lady boss, now you fly free
While i'm making history
Some synth weed now my vision is blurry
Lots of drugs and boos in his cup
In that pretty red dress, let's fuck
Dont let it effect you
Mama ain't raise no fool, true
Catch me with cup full of lean
They said seven tracks, i said fifteen
Thoughts from the balcony,double cup of lean
But i wear mine on my head, supreme
Guess that's why it's called tripping
Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing
Entrance no charge cause we late to the club
Yellow diamonds iced up, purple drank white cup
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