| If we gon smoke gotta do it out a jar
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| If we gon ride gotta drop the top on the car
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| I pull over to the side, you don’t mind if I play my guitar
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| We’re just starin at the stars tryna figure out who we are
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| Oh cranberry moon walk
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| Cranberry moon walk
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| This shit amazing, 17 chips gotta calculate it
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| Paid for tuition, that’s a graduation
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| Killin through the presidents, that’s assassination
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| Uh I smoke a half a acre
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| Bang that bitch in her baby maker
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| Look, I ain’t no baby maker
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| She was hanging so tight I had to amputate her like uh
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| I got shit to do
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| Ball up, pour up, twist a few
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| But hey I’ve been runnin' this shit so long
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| I’mma fuck around and blow out a hip or two
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| Like uh, that’s a workout
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| She twerk so hard, she done twerked out
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| And I swear this freak bitch ride my wave so long
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| She know how to surf now
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| I’m throwin that lumber at yo baby mama
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| I’m smoking that Afghan, I call that Osama
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| I got my own lane but I ain’t got no genre
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| I’m shittin on niggas, you might need a plunger
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| Uh, no I ain’t no worries
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| No drummer, no drama, no drummer, no drama
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| Uh and I’m whippin that Rari
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| E Honda E Honda E Honda E Honda
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| And we deep like 300
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| From the east side, yes I keep it 100
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| Go and my weed hydroponic
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| That chronic That chronic That chronic That chronic
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| Smoke!
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| Anything you done did
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| Yes I’ve done it I’ve done it I’ve done it I’ve done it
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| And they think that they do but don’t want it don’t want it don’t want it don’t
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| want it
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| Watch me put in work
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| Yea I put in work
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| Got these niggas mad
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| ‘Cause I get it first
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| Get yo feelings hurt
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| Bet yo feelings hurt
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| Got these niggas mad
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| When they see that work
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| Uh and I’m whippin that Rari
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| E Honda E Honda E Honda E Honda |