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Still Drinkin'

๐Ÿ‘ค Moonshine Bandits โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Fire โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 3:07
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โฑ๏ธ 3:07 duration
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๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

What up, though?
It's your boy B-Legit
In the building with the Moonshine Bandits
Yeah, we on that west side of California

Oh, yeah, chillin' on the west coast
But we can get rowdy here
You can see me rollin' smoke
Fucked up and drinkin'
You can always hit my phone
No matter what time it is
Probably be blowin' smoke
Fucked up, still drinkin'

I'm so west coast from my flannel to my snapback
Rollin' up the smoke, throwin' handles a jack back
Tinted off black six-pack, quick to kill a few
Hollow out a backwood, fill it with gorilla glue
Bang, bang, shine a gang, bowtie mobbin'

I rep the Dub 9 like them boys from Stockton
Rollin' with Rose in his Coupe de Ville
Pumpin' too short on some Detroit steel
Mix up my liquor with my 5150
Room 132, lit city to city
Party like a rock star, y'all come with me
Hit the DM when you wanna get shitty

Oh, yeah
Like Steph with the rock, 420 on the clock
Got the town on lock, never fade from a shot
Inked up, sleeved up, rebel from the west side
Valley boy, Cali boy, this is how we ride

Oh, yeah, chillin' on the west coast
But we can get rowdy here
You can see me rollin' smoke
Fucked up and drinkin'
You can always hit my phone
No matter what time it is
Probably be blowin' smoke
Fucked up, still drinkin'

I'll be in the west getting fucked up
Tell little bro, whip up, pull a truck up
Smash through the barbershop, get a touch up
Diamond on the dow, making bitches wanna fuck us
Causing all that havoc, girl
With your fine ass that you wanna sip on something
In a wine glass, I'll be like, roll up one Let the time pass, you be like, roll up two
Make it do what it do
Lime light, rhyme tight
When I'm blind, right eyes closed
Poke a nose, no silly hoes
Throw bows, from Vallejo to the Calio
And rally dope
Move packs out of 7-4, all exotic
New chronic, got that blue bonding
Johnny Rancher, happy camper
When the dealer stamp the gold-blooded
Blowing smoke, I be so butted, hoes love it
Got them feeding for some more, was it?

Oh, yeah, chillin' on the west coast
But we can get rowdy here
You can see me rollin' smoke
Fucked up and drinkin'
You can always hit my phone
No matter what time it is
Probably be blowin' smoke
Fucked up, still drinkin'

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:01.19] What up, though?
[00:02.69] It's your boy B-Legit
[00:04.20] In the building with the Moonshine Bandits
[00:07.42] Yeah, we on that west side of California
[00:10.53] Oh, yeah, chillin' on the west coast
[00:13.38] But we can get rowdy here
[00:15.65] You can see me rollin' smoke
[00:17.94] Fucked up and drinkin'
[00:20.91] You can always hit my phone
[00:23.60] No matter what time it is
[00:25.93] Probably be blowin' smoke
[00:28.69] Fucked up, still drinkin'
[00:30.95] I'm so west coast from my flannel to my snapback
[00:34.03] Rollin' up the smoke, throwin' handles a jack back
[00:36.52] Tinted off black six-pack, quick to kill a few
[00:39.22] Hollow out a backwood, fill it with gorilla glue
[00:41.89] Bang, bang, shine a gang, bowtie mobbin'
[00:44.37] I rep the Dub 9 like them boys from Stockton
[00:47.25] Rollin' with Rose in his Coupe de Ville
[00:49.84] Pumpin' too short on some Detroit steel
[00:52.32] Mix up my liquor with my 5150
[00:55.15] Room 132, lit city to city
[00:57.41] Party like a rock star, y'all come with me
[01:00.38] Hit the DM when you wanna get shitty
[01:03.06] Oh, yeah
[01:03.48] Like Steph with the rock, 420 on the clock
[01:05.34] Got the town on lock, never fade from a shot
[01:08.18] Inked up, sleeved up, rebel from the west side
[01:10.72] Valley boy, Cali boy, this is how we ride
[01:14.26] Oh, yeah, chillin' on the west coast
[01:16.77] But we can get rowdy here
[01:19.41] You can see me rollin' smoke
[01:21.86] Fucked up and drinkin'
[01:25.06] You can always hit my phone
[01:27.33] No matter what time it is
[01:29.89] Probably be blowin' smoke
[01:32.45] Fucked up, still drinkin'
[01:34.99] I'll be in the west getting fucked up
[01:37.13] Tell little bro, whip up, pull a truck up
[01:39.34] Smash through the barbershop, get a touch up
[01:41.98] Diamond on the dow, making bitches wanna fuck us
[01:44.55] Causing all that havoc, girl
[01:46.74] With your fine ass that you wanna sip on something
[01:48.83] In a wine glass, I'll be like, roll up one Let the time pass, you be like, roll up two
[01:53.98] Make it do what it do
[01:55.46] Lime light, rhyme tight
[01:57.66] When I'm blind, right eyes closed
[01:59.47] Poke a nose, no silly hoes
[02:00.83] Throw bows, from Vallejo to the Calio
[02:03.42] And rally dope
[02:04.81] Move packs out of 7-4, all exotic
[02:07.15] New chronic, got that blue bonding
[02:08.96] Johnny Rancher, happy camper
[02:11.13] When the dealer stamp the gold-blooded
[02:12.33] Blowing smoke, I be so butted, hoes love it
[02:15.04] Got them feeding for some more, was it?
[02:16.82] Oh, yeah, chillin' on the west coast
[02:19.47] But we can get rowdy here
[02:22.42] You can see me rollin' smoke
[02:24.43] Fucked up and drinkin'
[02:28.04] You can always hit my phone
[02:30.48] No matter what time it is
[02:32.65] Probably be blowin' smoke
[02:35.19] Fucked up, still drinkin'
[02:38.15]

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