(Intro)
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Yo yo yo
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(Hook)
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Red wine for the bitches
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Cognac for my niggas
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Mind on my riches
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(Verse)
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Pourin Burgundy I get decent
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Recent pictures of me
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Meandering about
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Vitamin C like a mandarin, complete thesis
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Written well, you could tell just what I¡¯m about
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Michigan, we like the Yucatan peninsula
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The black Yukon, apply a pin filled vest
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Down field, no downfall, you know me know
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Yukon potato on a 40 cow
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Sour milk gets spilled
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Split cream, split piece too
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Coopers, couple chicks slippin outta slips, oops
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Slippery slopes, hope I let em slide
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Swim against the tide, a landslide
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Hold the lance like Lancelot
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A lot of knights at the round table, stable as Camelot
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The watch will lock em and I¡¯m outdoor
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LL beam of ink, sweater on jeans
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Looking better on
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Onto better shit, I know I¡¯m stubborn
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No confederate, holding on to my old ways
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Every time I sway I gotta pay
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I came in sayin I¡¯m goin out the same way
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Pay me no mind but pay homage
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Honor is important, I¡¯m honest
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The cottage hen, Amly was Amish
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I¡¯m just a Michigan nigga who wanted more
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Forfeit never, way too formidable
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Awkward wordsmith
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Willie The Kid, Smithsonian
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Purple ring bitches, apollonian
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More working and less talking
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More bitches and less bitch niggas
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Niggas catch feelings when you do em like they do you
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Who knew? Side effects of their own medicine, it¡¯s voodoo
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(Hook x2)
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Red wine for the bitches
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Cognac for my niggas
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Mind on my riches
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And the great outdoors
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And the great outdoors
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Great Outdoors
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Willie The Kid |