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28, 20191 viewer21K views Cigarettes on Patios Lyrics Here we go again Here we go again Oh [Chorus] I was smoking cigarettes on patios I was drinking beer with my friends I was tryna boogie down a night, vodka with the Sprite Here we go again ( Here we go again ) I was smoking cigarettes on patios I was throwin' money in the air Maybe I should pick that shit back up ( Oh ), bet my night on luck Here we go again ( Here we go again ) [Verse 1] I was smoking cigarettes on patios (Oh, yeah) Then the neighbors called the opps (Oh, shit) Never thought I'd be a criminal (A criminal, a criminal) Mama made a boss (Yeah, yeah) [Pre-Chorus] Let's slide to the next damn party in the neighborhood The night just started, might not make it home Just a bunch of runaways, but we only runnin' to the grave Nothing you can really say [Chorus] I was smoking cigarettes on patios I was drinking beer with my friends I was tryna boogie down a night ( Here we go again ( I was smoking cigarettes on patios I was throwin' money in the air Maybe I should pick that shit back up ( Here we go again ( [Verse 2] I was smoking cigarettes (Cigarettes) on patios (On patios) At my sugar mama's crib (Crib, crib) She told me, "Hurry up, we gotta go" I said, "Here we go again" (Here we go, here we go, here we go) [Pre-Chorus] Let's slide to the next damn party in the neighborhood The night's now over, I ain't make it home Just a bunch of runaways, but we only runnin' to the grave Only running to the grave [Chorus] I was smoking cigarettes on patios I was drinking beer with my friends I was tryna boogie down a night ( Here we go again ( I was smoking cigarettes on patios I was throwin' money in the air Maybe I should pick that shit back up ( Here we go again ( I was smoking cigarettes on patios I was drinking beer with my friends I was tryna boogie down a night ( Oh ), vodka with the Sprite Here we go again ( Here we go again ) I was smoking cigarettes on patios I was throwin' money in the air Maybe I should pick that shit back up ( Oh ), bet my night on luck Here we go again ( Here we go again ) [Verse 2] I was smoking cigarettes (Cigarettes) on patios (On patios) At my sugar mama's crib (Crib, crib) She told me, "Hurry up, we gotta go" I said, "Here we go again" (Here we go, here we go, here we go) [Pre-Chorus] Let's slide to the next damn party in the neighborhood The night's now over, I ain't make it home Just a bunch of runaways, but we only runnin' to the grave Only running to the grave [Chorus] I was smoking cigarettes on patios I was drinking beer with my friends I was tryna boogie down a night ( Oh ), vodka with the Sprite Here we go again ( Here we go again ) I was smoking cigarettes on patios I was throwin' money in the air Maybe I should pick that shit back up ( Oh ), bet my night on luck Here we go again ( Here we go again ) [Bridge] Cigarettes on patios Beer with my friends Caught up on a Friday night Here we go again [Pre-Chorus] I was smoking cigarettes on patios I was drinking beer with my friends I was tryna boogie down a night, vodka with the sprite Here we go again ( [Chorus] I was smoking cigarettes on patios I was throwin' money in the air Maybe I should pick that shit back up ( Here we go again ( Cigarettes on patios Beer with my friends Caught up on a Friday night Here we go again [Pre-Chorus] I was smoking cigarettes on patios I was drinking beer with my friends I was tryna boogie down a night, vodka with the sprite Here we go again ( Here we go again ) [Chorus] I was smoking cigarettes on patios I was throwin' money in the air Maybe I should pick that shit back up ( Oh ), bet my night on luck Here we go again ( Here we go again ) About Have the inside scoop on this song

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