Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song OG Kush Diet, artist - 2 Chainz. Date of issue: 15.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
OG Kush Diet |
| Sunbathing with a Rollie on, tan all on my tattoos |
| All my 16s cashews, V12 when I pass you |
| Reminiscing about the Motorollas |
| Weed stronger than a Coca-Cola |
| Wait up, bitch, hold up, hold up |
| You ain’t there to hold the pole up |
| OG kush diet, OG kush diet |
| OG kush diet, OG kush diet |
| My partna just died, my partna just died |
| Nothin' else to do but get high, fuck |
| I’m 'bout to pour out some liquor |
| I’m 'bout to pour out some lean |
| I got blue cheese in my jeans |
| I bought my queen Celine |
| I got my team Supreme |
| It ain’t no in between |
| You either in or you out, I took a different route |
| I had to figure it out, I went to picking them out, you, you |
| Fuck what you thinking, fuck what you thinking |
| Come to the bank, come through like Brinks |
| I might take a can of paint and go paint the white house |
| I might take a can of paint and go paint the white house |
| Presidential prolly tickled, laughing 'bout who popped the pistol |
| That’s the issue, just got a rental, just for instrumentals |
| I’ma keep the bitch 'til December |
| And park it on Broadway, away from the hallway |
| Away from the 'partments, away from the arcades |
| We don’t play games with them boys |
| We bring the pain to them boys |
| I caught a plane with them boys |
| I taught the game to them boys |
| I am ashamed of them boys |
| Blame it on fame, blame it on whatever you wanna blame |
| I’m smart and insane, imagine a genius that don’t have a brain |
| That live off of resources, that learned off of geek sources |
| I do play with 3 persons, I got it from researching |
| I’m fresher than detergent, I’m fresher than each person |
| I walk out and eat Church’s, gig without rehearsing |
| Watch how I resurface, watch how I rework it, gas |
| Im fresher than detergent, I’m fresher than each person |
| I walk out and eat churches, gig without rehearsing |
| Watch how I resurface, watch how i rework it, Gas |
| OG kush diet, OG kush diet |
| OG kush diet, OG kush diet |
| My partna just died, my partna just died |
| Nothin' else to do but get high, fuck |
| Fuck what you thinking, fuck what you thinking |
| Come to the bank, come through like Brinks |
| I might take a can of paint and go paint the white house |
| I might take a can of paint and go paint the white house |
| Yeah, your favorite rapper’s got no talent |
| Homeboy got coke habits |
| Used to drive a Porsche 'til I found out it was made by Volkswagen |
| This here is a toe tag 'em, Tity Boi gon' and toe tag 'em |
| Go ahead, hook they ass up to the tow truck |
| Let them know this a throat slashing |
| Your baby mama got no passion |
| Her best friend act old fashioned |
| Tell her take them panties off when she walk around my boat laughing |
| I’m V.I.P. |
| at the yacht club, nigga you look like you not loved |
| Stars in my double R so clean I drive in white gloves |
| Sea bass with the white sauce, hopped out, get wiped off |
| Presence been felt everywhere |
| Except let me see, yeah the White House |
| Space age like 8 ball, MJG, Nate Dogg |
| Sippin' quavo, ridin' offsets, guess I’m 'bout to take off |
| OG kush diet, OG kush diet |
| OG kush diet, OG kush diet |
| My partna just died, my partna just died |
| Nothin' else to do but get high, fuck |
| Fuck what you thinking, fuck what you thinking |
| Come to the bank, come through like Brinks |
| I might take a can of paint and go paint the white house |
| I might take a can of paint and go paint the white house |