| Straight Up,
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| You Need To Move Soft At It,
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| To Move Crack Is Too Much, (Yeahhh)
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| (Verse 1)
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| Bending Corners,
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| Blowing On Some California,
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| Marijuana,
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| When I Ride Up,
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| See Me Rolling Like A Sona,
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| Cause I’m Smoking On That Kush,
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| Side By Sex, Wit Asama,
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| Ive Been Vapping, Now Its So Much,
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| My Volcano Is Exploding,
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| This Is It, You Can Play It,
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| While Grinding Wit Your Woman,
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| Or Riding Wit Your Homies,
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| With The Roofu Cooking Something,
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| Take A Hit, We Can Fire It,
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| Till Five Up In The Morning,
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| Laying Down To Go To Sleep,
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| Pop A Zannie Then Its Ova,
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| (Chorus)
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| First I Break It Down, Then I Roll It Up,
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| Oh I Pack A Bowl, Then Go And Lite It Up,
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| Cough From My Real, Smoke In My Lung,
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| I Cant Talk Right Now, Cause G I’m High Az Fucc
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| First I Break It Down, Then I Roll It Up,
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| Oh I Pack A Bowl, Then Go And Lite It Up,
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| Cough From My Real, Smoke In My Lung,
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| I Cant Talk Right Now, Cause G I’m High Az Fucc
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| (Verse 2)
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| Look At Me In Crystal Land,
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| The Writers Flex The Biggest Grams,
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| Puff-Puff,
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| I’m Running Back Up To The Bud Man,
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| And Here I Am,
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| I’m Buying Trees By The Kilogram,
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| And I Don’t Need No Scale,
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| Just Lighters,
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| Let Me Do My Thang,
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| Busting Tyga’s Roll,
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| Fatter Than Serena’s Ass,
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| Its The Diva,
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| No Cheapa-Cheapa-Cheapa Its Him,
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| 500 Hundred,
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| For A Zip Of Crown Off The Bong,
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| He Gave Me Sleep,
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| But I’m Standing Now, I’m Fucking Gone,
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| Don’t Blame Commercial,
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| Weak Strings May Hurt You,
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| Even Though My Inner Circle,
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| Just Inner Purple,
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| Two Zips Left, And I Cant Stop,
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| I’m Off That Urkel,
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| And My Thoughts Disappear,
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| Smoke Clouds I Surf Through,
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| (Chorus)
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| First I Break It Down, Then I Roll It Up,
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| Oh I Pack A Bowl, Then Go And Lite It Up,
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| Cough From My Real, Smoke In My Lung,
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| I Cant Talk Right Now, Cause G I’m High Az Fucc
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| First I Break It Down, Then I Roll It Up,
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| Oh I Pack A Bowl, Then Go And Lite It Up,
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| Cough From My Real, Smoke In My Lung,
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| I Cant Talk Right Now, Cause G I’m High Az Fucc
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| (Outro)
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| I Mean Like,
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| You Ever Been Like High As Hell,
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| Coughing And Shit,
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| You Feel Like You Cracked Your Whole Motherfucking Chest
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| Your Head,
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| Feel Like Your Brain Going To Fall Out Your Scalp
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| That’s How Fucked Up I Am My Nigga
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| 24−7, Still On Important Shit
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| Hey Ya, We In This Man
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| PG What It Do?
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| Ge-Ge-Geahhh
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| Its Cashis, Chef Nigga
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| Roll Up, Rape Up, Roll Up
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| We Out… |