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I had some 40z on my mind when I woke up this mornin'
I was sick of fancy drinks from the bitches I'd been bonin'
Wanted to get trashed, lay down and drink my stash
Get up and make a quick dash then bat my fuckin' eyelash
At the big nasty bottle of the shit I drink
You may call me a ghetto freak but I won't even blink
Don't even try to contain the 40z that I drain
I leave a malt liquor stain like a fucking freight train
I go to the high school, I go to the high school
To find me a bitch, a young virgin switch
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