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Bombay and Lemonade
Taylor Gang
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Trippy like bombay paper planes.
Pints of codeine, pounds of Mary Jane.
If I didn't have my dope, I would go insane.
24/7 high, I will never change.
Need my vicadin, I need my loyal tabs.
I need a bad bitch with enormous ass.
Every day I'm throwed my nigga.
When you makin' this money, this how it goes my nigga.
Rollin' and blowin' it by the O, my nigga.
Sippin' and smokin', that's how I get it in motion.
Smokin' the loudest and give you niggas the roaches.
Shows and after parties for all the pictures, be posin'.
Don't you doubt all that shit, so that nigga be pourin'.
Slowin' down, weed goin' round.
I'm lightin' up, it's goin' down.
Lemonade and gin, I be pourin' up.
Roll another one 'cause I ain't never high enough.
TGOD, that's how we live it up.
For some real niggas, yeah you gotta give it up.
It's like a joy stick, yeah my niggas play us too.
Do or die, I be smokin' on a J or 2.
That's some pimp type shit me and my niggas do.
Yeah, we fucked up, what you heard is true.
I'm on that Bombay and lemonade.
That's what be sippin' on.
Ridin' clean and sitting low.
Rollin' all my weed 'til it's gone.
I'm on that Bombay and lemonade.
That's what be sippin' on.
Ridin' clean and sitting low.
Rollin' all my weed 'til it's gone.
I'm playin' that eight track and that seven deuce.
With a whole cup of that Taylor juice.
Your bitch all around, we call that on the loose.
With her hair blown and weave off the roof.
My jewelry clean, that jar full.
She got good brain, that's law school.
Wanna get high, trippy, fucked up nigga.
Oh you wanna get high, might as well pull with ya.
I'm drinkin', I'm smokin'.
I'm faded, I'm loaded.
Got weed smoked, got a bottle of gin.
Got a bank roll, brought it all to spend.
Got some pre-rolls, brought all of 'em in.
And we gettin' smokey.
I'm the money man with the money team.
Your money talk, well my money sing.
I'm a rock star, bitch I'm a Memphis king.
Out in Hollywood, livin' every nigga dream.
With a bunch of white girls in a limousine.
'Bout to pass the fuck out on this cup of lean.
Hey white girl, have a couple of beans.
Now let's make a movie full of fuckin' scenes.
I'm on that Bombay and lemonade.
That's what be sippin' on.
Ridin' clean and sitting low.
Rollin' all my weed 'til it's gone.
I'm on that Bombay and lemonade.
That's what be sippin' on.
Ridin' clean and sitting low.
Rollin' all my weed 'til it's goneee.
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