| Yeah
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| Laced Blunts 3
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| Shout out to Taylor Gang
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| Weirdo
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| Back in the lab
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| My nigga Wiz
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| You know we smoking
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| Aye
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| Laced blunts three boy I’m still smoking
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| OG kush, straight from East Oakland
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| My eyes redder than a firetruck
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| You know we get high as fuck
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| I’m a pill head, let’s make it real clear
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| I’m on molly, I’ve been rolling for a whole year
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| Grams and half, I’m snorting quarter keys
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| You ain’t turned up, get the fuck from 'round me
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| Boy, my blunts, they are super long
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| No Reggie Miller, we be blowing super strong
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| Boy I’m high as fuck
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| No blunts, we dabbing it up
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| We dabbing, we smoking
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| We drinking, we popping
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| We dabbing, we smoking
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| We drinking, we popping (Dab life!)
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| We dabbing, we smoking
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| We drinking, we popping
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| We dabbing, we smoking
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| We drinking, we popping (Dab life!)
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| I be puffing every day
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| Rolling on the Mary J, I ain’t got much to say
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| Higher than a skyscraper
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| All type of flavor, I be using no raw papers
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| The weed I got is so strong
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| Dab life, looking like Cheech and Chong
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| Dab life, we be hitting dabs
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| Smoking kush, we be popping tabs
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| Have you ever had my brownie
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| It’ll have your face pounding
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| Mushroom clouds, boy I’m screwing
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| If you ain’t dabbing, what the fuck is you doing |