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Runnin' my mouth, mouth full of attitude
Get the fuck outta' my face if I'm mad at you
Whole lot of money but
Whole lotta drugs and a whole lotta' Phenibut

Hollup' hollup' I think that I'm goin' down
Hollup' hollup' I think that I'm gonna' drown
In all these Four-Lokos, In all this Don Cuervo

Out of my mind, so drunk now and I can't seem to find the time
To open my eyes, so drunk now and you hate when they say
"Uh oh and I think that I'm too stoned
Uh oh and I think that I'm too boned
To get myself home"
Uh oh Uh oh Uh oh

Hollup' hollup' I think that I'm goin' down
Hollup' hollup' I think that I'm gonna' drown
In all these Four-Lokos, In all this Don Cuervo

Drunk in the class, sippin' on moonshine
Sit in the back, betcha gon' walk by
"You smell like ass and you don't walk right
But you gon' pass so I guess we fine"

Hollup' hollup' I think that I'm goin' down
Hollup' hollup' I think that I'm gonna' drown
In all these Four-Lokos, In all this Don Cuervo
Who even knows...



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Writer(s): Charles Fair
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