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Yeah
Eyes closed, with a bad bitch
Bout to do it like a savage
Nigga wise broke
You average
Little mama call me drastic
She ain't even had it
Mind gone acid
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Mind gone acid
Mind gone acid
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Nigga get fresh
Get fresh
Yeah
Get fresh
Get fresh

Money liquor, hoes Buddha
Hope they don't pop shit
Nigga I'm a shooter
Club pack is what I'm told
Get a bitch to bump
Sip some liquor
Blow some smoke
Don't even look at us
Get your fly up
Then get your mac on
Later that YKK
Could be sliding down
Get your nut on
Instead of proving
You a nut homes
This Minnesota
You get popped in the club
And on the way home
Go ahead and get your play on
Just don't tell yourself
Haters don't take a day off
So double time yourself
Time and a half
Or four and a baby
You get the math
The math bring the ladies
Make sure you strapped
You don't need no babies
Minus ten outside
But the club feel like eighty
Yeah ladies been feeling me lately
Probably cause KMOJ
Been playing a hustler daily
Get fresh

Mind gone acid
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Yeah yeah
Mind gone acid
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Nigga get fresh
Get fresh
Yeah get fresh
Get fresh
Get fresh

No need to speak to me
Look at all these thots
A few bitches couple ladies
They all liquored up
You gon' spit or what
Stand there and stare at them
Tell her that
You down to fuck
And grab her hand damn it
Take her back to the pad
Toe tag it bag it
Kill the pussy
Then pass it on
Let me sample it
You can have my last chick
Bad habits
But she flexible
Gymnastics
She edible fantastic
Couldn't let her go till
I thought of my last chick
All them headaches
Had me on cash shit
Left a hoe never go back
To that shit
I can hear her now
Calling me bastard
Whoever got her now
Tell them they can have her
Too busy taking off
NASA
Too busy to gas her
So fresh so I just pass her

Mind gone acid
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Yeah yeah
Mind gone acid
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Nigga get fresh
Get fresh
Get fresh
Get fresh