II can hold my liquor
but this man can't handle his weed
Don't act like you even know
On Chicago, south of town
I'm on Indiana
I'm heard on the radio now
Chief Keef: I can't handle no liquor, but these bitches can't handle me
I can't control my niggas, and my niggas they can't control me
You say you know me, my nigga
but you just really know the old me
Kanye: Bitch I'm back in my coma
Waking up in yo sofa
When I park my range rover
Slightly scratched your corolla
okay, I smashed your corolla
I'm hanging on a hangover
5 years we been over
asked me why I came over
One more hit and I can own ya
One more fucking and I can own ya
One cold night in October
Pussy had me flowing
Feel like Deepak Chopra,
Pussy had me dead
Might call tupac over
Yeezy's all on your sofa
These the Red Octobers
Still ain't learn me no manners
You love me when I ain't sober
You love me when I'm hungover,
even when I blow doja
Then her auntie came over,
skinny bitch with no shoulders
Tellin' you that I'm bogus
Bitch you don't even know us
Baby girl, he's a loner,
baby girl, he's a loner
Late night organ donor
After that he disown ya
After that he's just hopeless, soul mates become soulless
When he's sober it's over and bitch, I'm back out my coma
Chief: I can't handle no liquor, but these bitches can't handle me
I can't control my niggas, and my niggas they can't control me
you say you know me, my nigga
but you really just know the old me
I heard you need a new fad
I heard you need a new stack
I heard you need a new phone
I know your 'rents ain't be home
callin' up your uncle's place
shit's all over the place
I don't hear your phone
Ohhh on the phone

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