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conversations.value: Write me a song called Me and My Drank with the following description: The track features Supreme Williams, aka Short Dawg, aka Elvis Freshley, a member of Young Money since 2009. As a member of Cash Money Williams has done ghost-writing for artists on the label and dropped several mixtapes of his own. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Short Dawg]
  Uh-huh
  Yeah, I'm in the lab, no pad, no pen
  Just a styrofoam cup I can pour a four in
  [Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
  Up in the studio, me and my drank
  Deezle on the beat, and let me do my thing
  Thinking 'bout a certain, certain somebody
  That perfect somebody, sexy purple body
  She got service road curves, and highway eyes
  The road to her soul, just follow the road signs
  And holler if you hear me, I love it when she's near me
  I hate when she's away, and Satan'll see the day
  That Hell freeze over before I let her go
  And let one of you bitch niggas get her; no, no, no
  You don't know how to treat her
  You don't know that I need her
  Hey, do you know that I need you?
  'Cause baby, right now, it feel like the whole world is against me
  Ever since the death of Pimp C
  [Hook: Lil Wayne]
  But me, I'm up in the studio, me and my drank
  Me and my drank, me and my drank
  I'm up in the studio, me and my drank
  Me and my drank, me and my drank
  And you sit on 24's, I sip on 24's
  You sit on 24's, I sip on 24's
  Drop a four in a 20 ounce and call it 24's
  Drop a four in a 20 ounce and call it 24's [Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
  I'm riding out, leaning, never nodding out
  My girl tripping, damn I gotta hear my momma mouth
  My homeboys say I should slow down a little
  But that shit I'm on make me slow down a lot
  You bottle-pop, I buy a bottled pop
  Drop some syrup in it, get out my Waffle House
  I live in Wayne's World, represent our South
  And this how we do it, do it in our South
  [Hook: Lil Wayne]
  One more ounce'd make me feel so great
  Wait, now I can't feel my face
  Up in the studio, me and my drank
  Me and my drank, me and my drank
  Up in the studio, me and my drank
  Me and my drank, me and my drank
  Will somebody please, please, double-cup me?
  And everybody please, please, don't judge me
  Will somebody please, please, double-cup me?
  And everybody please, please, don't judge me
  [Bridge: $hort Dawg & (Lil Wayne)]
  Up in the studio, me and my drank
  Me and my drank, me-me and my drank
  Up-up-up in the studio, me and my drank
  Me and my drank (Yeah) me-me-me and my drank [Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
  Now for all y'all who ain't heard of him
  Mr. M-O-E, the Barre Baby
  Was a Southside living legend
  The 3rd Ward, bone hard, street veteran
  And it all started in '93
  High school, he was the fool, he was only 18
  With the dreams of becoming a ghetto superstar
  Rollin' in foreign cars through the streets of 3rd Ward
  It was all momma leave 'em with, a trace of Mo-E
  And promethazine, now he the codeine fiend
  And his team was the coldest, every day they rolled thick
  Niggas and hoes on dick 'cause that's that Screwed Up Click
  [Bridge: Lil Wayne]
  The Barre Baby, the Barre Baby, Barre Baby
  Yeah, I sip that Big Moe, I drink that Pimp C
  Rest in peace Big Moe, rest in peace Pimp C
  I sip that Big Moe, I drink that Pimp C
  Rest in peace Big Moe, rest in peace Pimp C
  And fuck what they say
  Mr. DJ Screw, I'ma do this for you
  [Hook: Lil Wayne & 
  Short Dawg
  ]
  Up in the studio, me and my drank
  Me and my drank, me-me and my drank
  Up-up-up in the studio, me and my drank (
  Yeah, yeah
  )
  Me and my drank, me-me-me and my drank
  I usually don't do this but, uh... [Verse 4: Short Dawg]
  Yeah, T you gotta feel me
  Sippin' on some drank the color purple like Celie
  Really, they say I should chill before it kills me
  But so will a car crash or a nine milli (That's true)
  And I ain't even mention cigarettes or airplanes
  So grab a Sprite, here's a pint we can share, Wayne
  Yeah mayne, tastes so sweet
  And I ain't gonna have a seat 'cause I don't wanna fall asleep
  So just pour it in my drink and I'ma sip until I lean hard
  Drank got me moving slower than a retard
  So press record, and hear these hot raps (You know I got 'em)
  I'm in the booth, cup on me like a jock-strap
   (I ain't lying)
  And I will not nap until the bottle's empty
  Then I pour a little more for Pat, Screw, and Pimp C (Rest in peace)
  And I would stop, but believe that I can't
  So 'til Short is gone, it's just me and my drank, my drank
  [Hook: Lil Wayne]
  Up in the studio, me and my drank
  Me and my drank, me-me and my drank
  Up-up-up in the studio, me and my drank
  Me and my drank, me-me-me and my drank
  Up in the studio, me and my drank
  Me and my drank, me-me and my drank
  Up-up-up in the studio, me and my drank
  Me and my drank, me-me-me and my drank
  [Outro: Lil Wayne & 
  Short Dawg
  ]
  Me and my drank
  Up in the studio, someone pour another four
  Oh, oh, yeah
  I told the bitch, one more ounce will make me feel so great
  Wait, now I can't feel my face
  Will somebody please, please, double cup me?
  And tell the world please, please, don't judge me
  Will somebody please, please, double cup me?
  And everybody please, please, don't judge me
  You sit on 24's, we sip on 24's
  You sit on 24's; we, we, we
  Drop a four in the 20 ounce and call it 24's
  Drop a four in the 20 ounce and call it 24's
  Yeah, I'm in the lab, no pad, no pen
  Just a styrofoam cup I can pour a four in