| Backwood full of sticky
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| And it gotta be a wood yeah I’m hella picky
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| Tipsy pourin liquor on my kidneys
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| On a whole zip when I smoke I need 50
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| Like nuff I got grapes
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| Gods gift man I gotta say grace (Thank You Lord)
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| Your girl looking like she wanna taste
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| So I light it up and blow it in her face
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| If you keep it lit be the model
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| I think I’m about to move to Colorado
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| Or seeato I mean Seattle
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| Somewhere I can smoke where you niggas can’t tattle
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| Long dreads like mac dre
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| No rare-o chick go that way
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| I’m bout to roll up a fat j
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| And fire up with the dj cuz
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| Girl scout loud pack from a car though
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| Light it up lemme give her a charge though
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| And I better get your weathers late cornrow
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| Smoking shit that’ll give your ass parvo
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| Top shelf Nigga good for your health nigga
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| Growing in the woods make a nigga wealth bigger
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| Hot head and she drop dead gorgeous
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| But Bad bitch on my side that I’m watchin
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| All night we gon post shit
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| Around the bay on this mothafucking ghost shit
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| Half a pound on a road trip and I bet we gonna blow bitch
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| Party buss falled out like its burning
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| Now that’s what I call higher learning
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| And if the dj keep the table turning
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| We gonna get higher than messiah no sermon
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| It was me I did it
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| The purple in the air I lit it
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| I’m on further gone
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| Me and cousin smoking like cheech and chong
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| I’m finna blow it up its a bomb thing
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| Break it down roll it up I’m the fireman
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| You can catch it in a backwood
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| I was smoking on that cookie (That's Good)
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| Bad bitch say she wanna taste
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| So I light it up and blow it in her face
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| I was somewhere outter space
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| This this shit slapps this beat bang
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| Fucking with baby bash on them airplanes
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| Turnt up but I’m twisted off the hurricane
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| Follow everything hoes wanna jock
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| I be on my high ones they don’t do the socks |