Letras
Gassed up, off that Dom Perignon
I'm fucked up, flying high like a drone
She stuck, smoking reefer like Cheech and Chong
We fucking all night long, till the damn cows come home
I don't, have all that much
She know, she know she is my crutch
We eat, pillys for lunch
Mimosas for brunch, my girl please keep fucking me up
Gassed up, off that Dom Perignon
I'm fucked up, flying high like a drone
She stuck, smoking reefer like Cheech and Chong
We fucking all night long, till the damn cows come home
Right about now I know Richy landing in the south
Full of fine wine, ten out of tens with fire mouth
My guy really getting lit, of course he signed Oddsmokee
One day we'll all head down there without our girls toke toke toke toke
I look like Tony Soprano my lifestyle's the same
My pops basically IRS ordained
Swear I won't owe money cause I took on the feds
Wait you don't understand
I'll expose them to the end
What is the point of looking back on no bread (Lame)
Gassed up, off that Dom Perignon
I'm fucked up, flying high like a drone
She stuck, smoking reefer like Cheech and Chong
We fucking all night long, till the damn cows come home
I don't, have all that much
She know, she know she is my crutch
We eat, pillys for lunch
Mimosas for brunch, my girl please keep fucking me up
Gassed up, off that Dom Perignon
I'm fucked up, flying high like a drone
She stuck, smoking reefer like Cheech and Chong
We fucking all night long, till the damn cows come home