| Before I set it off and show what I’m gonna do to ya
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| Possess the bomb chocolate from off Lynden and Utica
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| My real live niggas in the place and no queen
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| Wave your splif high son
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| Fuck the bullshit
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| When your arms are open
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| My palms release the bomb
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| Reviving the alarm
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| My word is bond
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| Scream at niggas through the intercom
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| Up to date, let’s roller skate
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| Yo my whole squad smoking aint straight unless we smoking at eight
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| High rate, I always produce the potion
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| Weed smoking got me moving slow motion like we floatin on relax ocean
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| All my peeps who feel high
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| Dont want you darkin shades, there’s to much smoke up in your eye
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| Keep it swingin listen to all of my bells ringin
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| My get high has niggas wantin to start singin
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| And this goes out to those that smoke out the bong
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| And all my bitches in the place who roll they own draws
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| Chorus: repeat 2X
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| Buy a nickel bag
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| Smoke a little lye
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| Get high tonight
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| Get high tonight
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| Yo, bounce back you just caught the contact african black overreact
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| Charge
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| I’m bout to bench the whole wack must interact on every track
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| Blow this spot down niggas break fool and smoke across the world almanac
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| My sons that don’t smoke and get high
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| drinkin Cognac, Hennesey, Cristal but wait
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| What’s goin on with dat?
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| With the deal done sometimes I sip Jamaican white rum
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| Taste with a little milk, I know y’all niggas want some
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| Represent where you from needing some tic tacs and gum
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| So a nigga breath don’t blahhh!!!
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| Get high, then i get fly
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| When i be shopping at the atrium
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| Smoking in the center of Yankee stadium
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| Stand strong, yes we rock on and on The Flipmode stamps all of my songs
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| They get a place them niggas must perfrom
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| Smoke till your brain fry
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| So high you can’t open your eye
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| My niggas need to just |