Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stoned, artist - Gucci Mane.
Date of issue: 08.08.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Stoned |
Ha! |
This dem Ferrari Boyz — catch up! |
BURR! |
Catch up! |
Catch up! |
She stoned, she stoned, she gone off that Patron |
I gave that bitch a hundred dollars just to leave me 'lone |
Tell the waitress bring mo' bottles up cause she can keep the chaser |
Lil' momma switchin by my section she want me to chase her (NOPE) |
Wasted on moscato, but I’m losin my patience |
I’m tellin her come go with me but all her homegirls hatin (FUCK 'EM) |
Like Fred Flintstone, I’m a rolling stone (STONE) |
My best friend is Barney so you know I’m rollin strong (STRONG) |
Shawty in the zone, dress with the thong |
Every nigga in the club tryin to take her home (GUCCI) |
Shawty in the zone, dress with the thong |
And every player in the club tryin to take her home (Gucci) |
Ay let’s get stoned (stoned) I’m so stoned |
Like Fred Flintstone, I got a partner named Barney |
and he keep me in the zone, the whole club stoned |
The whole world stoned, and tonight we 'bout to party |
like we just came home; |
ay let’s get stoned (stoned) |
Like Fred Flintstone, I got a partner named Barney |
and he keep me in the zone, the whole club stoned |
The whole world stoned, tonight we 'bout to party like we just came home |
Put your blunts in air, hookahs in the air |
Put your lighter in the air if you tryin to get stoned |
Tonight I’m puttin on, I swear to God I’ll survive |
Bitch I am that high! |
Yes I am stoned |
Drinkin on Obama, it’s rainin white liquor |
Gucci pass the dutches, I don’t do no Swishers |
Rock yellow stones, rock red stones |
Bitch my money long, poppin pills and blowin strong |
I’m a 'Stone Cold' flexer, Steve Austin (stunner) |
Every concert man I’m gone (flex) stoned |
In my zone hater leave me alone, be gone |
Bird chains in the air — screamin as I yell |
When you hear this song |
The crowd gon' be jumpin up and down |
Screamin I’m stoned! |
(I'm stoned!) |
White Remy Martin can’t drink Patron |
Lost my keys I can’t even make it home |
E’rybody in here gone, all my homeboys stoned |
My dogs just came home, ball like the Georgia Dome |
Thinkin — it’s back on, drinkin — that there Patron |
It’s over, I’m loaded, we toasted, we grown |