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Y'all already know what it is This is that wyle out shit Yeah something to wyle out with If you copping a brick then ride out quick, quick, quick We top of the pile outchea Cause nobody dropping a style outchea Homie pour me a vodka, let's do it up proper This could be my wyle out year Yeah we puffing the loud Blood, I feel like this could be the year That we bust out Not particularly proud Cause they reserve me a permanent seat at the pub now Fuck it I'm chucking it down Chugging a stout, I'ma be brutally honest This one ain't nothing profound, it's me fucking around Sculling a schooner of orange Mix it with vodka, me and the homies Are totally flummoxed, it's four in the morning They pushing me home in a trolley, I'm trolleyed Looking all vertically challenged, I'm making a promise That a year from today I'll be stumbling sloppy, picture the squad Getting totally bolloxed and murdering sonnets Slurping the bourbon while choofing the purplest chronic Songtexte Y'all already know what it is This is that wyle out shit Yeah something to wyle out with If you copping a brick then ride out quick, quick, quick We top of the pile outchea Cause nobody dropping a style outchea Homie pour me a vodka, let's do it up proper This could be my wyle out year (Run, run, run it) Y'all already know what it is This is that wyle out shit (That shit) Yeah something to wyle out with If you copping a brick then ride out quick, quick, quick We top of the pile outchea (Outchea) Cause nobody dropping a style outchea Homie pour me a vodka, let's do it up proper This could be my wyle out year Got the whole squad busy living before we die Until we kick the bucket say fuck it, we getting live Got the whole squad busy living before we die Until we kick the bucket say fuck it, we getting live But another beggar with a pan Looking for a dollar wanna spend it on a gram (4:20) Chop a session for the fam, holla at me, not a problem We the freshest in the land (Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop) You can tell them in advance, help them get across it While I tell it to the tonic in my hand like a modern Aristotle We already got it popping, put a message in the bottle And address it to your man (Whoop, whoop) This is what I am, this is what I live Call it philosophic I ain't bothered by a profit Prophecy is what I give, cop it on the chin Like a boxer in the ring (Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop) I'm not stressing on a thing, bring a bada bing Bring a bada boom, I'm blotto on the piss You already know what it is Stuff the chronic in the spliff, get lit like a motherfucking wolf Y'all already know what it is This is that wyle out shit Yeah something to wyle out with If you copping a brick then ride out quick, quick, quick We top of the pile outchea Cause nobody dropping a style outchea Homie pour me a vodka, let's do it up proper This could be my wyle out year This could be my wyle out year This could be my wyle out year This could be my wyle out year This could be my wyle out year This could be my wyle out year This could be my wyle out year This could be my wyle out year Fuck it this could be my wyle out year Y'all already know what it is This is that wyle out shit Yeah something to wyle out with If you copping a brick then ride out quick, quick, quick We top of the pile outchea Cause nobody dropping a style outchea Homie pour me a vodka, let's do it up proper This could be my wyle out year Whoop, whoop, whoop Whoop, whoop, whoop Whoop, whoop, whoop Fuck it this could be my wyle out year Whoop, whoop, whoop Whoop, whoop, whoop Whoop, whoop, whoop Fuck it this could be my wyle out year (Run it) Whoop, whoop, whoop Whoop, whoop, whoop Whoop, whoop, whoop Fuck it this could be my wyle out year Whoop, whoop, whoop Whoop, whoop, whoop Whoop, whoop, whoop Fuck it this could be my wyle out year Aus Songtexte Mania