| We be puffin' on that endo
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| We blowin' kush up out the window
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| I got the girlies in the back seat
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| The 5−0 can’t catch me
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| If you wanna smoke kush then light it up
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| Put your hands in the sky
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| Let’s get high as fuck
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| Lemon haze closure inside the blunt
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| We get high all night
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| And I don’t even wanna sleep yet
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| I got the beat set
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| Listening to Keith Sweat
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| Want my cheap bet
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| We get it poppin' girl, it’s just how it goes
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| If you wanna get drunk, I’ma smoke my dro
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| We get high till I can’t come down from it
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| I took a brand new sound and made it sound legit
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| I took your weak ass dime and put a crown on it
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| And that’s the motha-fuckin' thanks I get? |
| Shit
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| And I never really realized how much I love makin' music
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| And makin' you move in the club
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| Smokin' blunts all day we get blazed as fuck
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| And get high all night
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| Tell 'em
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| We be puffin' on that endo
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| We blowin' kush up out the window
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| I got the girlies in the back seat
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| The 5−0 can’t catch me
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| And if you want me you can find me
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| Puffin' on that Bob Marley
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| I got my homie ridin' shotty
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| And we ride all night
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| Life is so great, what can i say?
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| Got me feelin' so good its that time of day
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| We’re rollin' in the van with the windows rolled up
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| Blunt in my hand and it’s just rolled up
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| Mikl’s real mad 'cause he’s gettin' smoked out
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| Everybody’s mad 'cause we just got paid out
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| You know what I bought?
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| A fat ass eighth and a little bit of hash just for the taste
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| Gettin' really stoney off these fruity pebble snacks
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| Gettin' mad blown with a little bit of that
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| Kush is my cologne we’re blazing real fast
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| If you wanna get stoned then listen to this track
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| Get high, get by
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| This is something for the smokers to jam to
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| Gettin' lazed
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| On the haze
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| All day
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| 'Cause we do what we want
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| We be puffin' on that endo
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| We blowin' kush up out the window
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| I got the girlies in the back seat
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| The 5−0 can’t catch me
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| And if you want me you can find me
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| Puffin' on that Bob Marley
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| I got my homie ridin' shotty
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| And we ride all night
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| It’s kind of sticky, very complicated
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| The way we wake and bake it stays
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| Stayin' elevated, forever faded
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| Smokin' on the dank
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| Highly compensated for the way we do our thing
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| BrokeNCYDE, K-M- to the -K
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| Diddy-dottie-diddy-dottie-diddy-dottie day
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| The filth of fury we do it our way
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| Take another hit kid and let the haters hate
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| I turned my bathtub into a grow womb
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| If you walk by when my sister’s in full bloom
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| That’s goin' bitch
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| She sits by my side
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| She’s the queen of my green she always elevates my high
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| Oh you think that you’ve seen her before
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| Ridin' out your green thumb
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| While I was on tour
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| Probably so the girl gets around
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| She’s so crafty when she wears my crown
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| We be puffin' on that endo
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| We blowin' kush up out the window
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| I got the girlies in the back seat
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| The 5−0 can’t catch me
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| And if you want me you can find me
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| Puffin' on that Bob Marley
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| I got my homie ridin' shotty
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| And we ride all night
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| (Sistem overload…)
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| (Oh my god. I’m fuckin' high.) (We get high…)
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| (Bob Marley. Kush.) (We get high…)
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| (Ahh. Whaddup doggy? Oh shit.)
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| (Where the fuck am I ?) |