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[a.k.a. BOBBY RAY]


"Strange Clouds (Remix)"
[feat. T.I. & Young Jeezy]


[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
I've been drinking so much, my bitch said you're an alcoholic
Everytime I find something I'm good, bitch you gotta spoil it
She said boy you need some help, damn right, you got it bad
I said bitch, we'll see the next time that I buy your ass a bag
Yeah, [?], last time he seen a brick
What the fuck he rapping about
Last time he had a hit?
In the pack I got his loud like?
Who the fuck you talking to
All that yelling, all that screaming
What the fuck you bout to do?
I don't do the lean, but what's up with them double cups
I say put vodka in both them motherfuckas, double up
I'm so high up in the clouds, I hope I make it home
I'm so fucked up in the booth right now, I hope I make this song

[Hook: x2]
All we do is pour it up
All night, drinks out
(That's how we do it)
(That's how we do it)
And all we do is light it up
All night, all you see is strange clouds
Strange clouds, strange clouds

[Verse 2: B.o.B]
On a private jet, left to right
I be coast to coastin'
Eh, I don't get throwed I just twist up and get rollercoasting
Eh, I'm gone, grandaddy, purp cologne, nigga, stop
So high I live in the sky, Leroy Jessie drone, nigga
Okay, if I ball, they dodge balling: elementary
I be smoking that old bun, that oval office, that presidency
She pop, her knees drop, cause these bottles are complimentary
All night we making history, paparazzi be documenting my clique
You sideline I'm headline, at the top
Take home the gold, then hit the boat, I'm Mike Phelps
Raise out, with the prize belt, Olympic ganja, damn right
I'm 12.30, I'm google baby, all day, all night

[Hook: x2]
All we do is pour it up
All night, drinks out
(That's how we do it)
(That's how we do it)
And all we do is light it up
All night, all you see is strange clouds
Strange clouds, strange clouds

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Every time you see 'em, shawty going in
Go to jail, get back, here we go again
Back of that black Benz, getting to that dough again
Million, Grand Hustle real nigga, no pretend
Bank roll, can't fold, dough to the ceiling
And the legend where we living, bankhead brilliant
Ghetto boujie, with bitches with ghetto booty
Let's go cutie swagga so art deco
I act Prada, Margiela, Louie
Blowing sticky icky
Get her gooey ooey
She said she want licky licky
You don't know me do we
Eh truly, temper's just the coolest
Thought you knew this
Guess the proof is in how long a nigga do it
Ba-ba-bowww

[Hook: x2]
All we do is pour it up
All night, drinks out
(That's how we do it)
(That's how we do it)
And all we do is light it up
All night, all you see is strange clouds
Strange clouds, strange clouds

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