Glass of the Blueberry Braggot Video (MV)

They hear it and think of them Vegas lights
She get put away on my latest nights
The weed's wrapped in fronto like bacon slices round shrimp
Californicating next winter
Jump off the top rope into a Sprinter
I'm carrying it underground, Master Splinter
I'm mixing the Merlot with exquisite dinner
She's dressing in contraband, I had to frisk her
That ass through that red dress... looking big as Clifford
Nigga, none of y'all impressive
Belts like a wrestler
Beer on the coaster... Rayon silk shirt
Louie loafers as I approached her
Somehow, bitch, I'm still getting over
These niggas love running their molars
Until I pop out like Rambo with it strapped to my shoulder
Decimating any aspirations... of a f*ck-nigga, couldn't trust niggas
Wouldn't bust traps... with them
Glass of the Blueberry Braggot, it's lit
She wanna have sex to "New Drink Who Dis"
I can't even lie, I be pissed
I'm broken and need to be fixed
You need to give me back my dick, strengthen your legs, go jump off a cliff
Some residue, fronto and haze, wrapped in a Raw, we call that a spliff
In the crib... playing Sade, "Is it A Crime", thinking so negative
Twisting the cap off a beverage
Can't take a flight without a sedative
Wake me up when we get to the palm trees
She just ordered a "Garde" tee with long sleeves
Quit that capping, boy, we all bleed
You hating and I'm still on y'all feed
She got me naked then she licked the balls clean
I hit her friend too... her clique, they all mean
This shit ain't at all as it seems