| Smoke all the Sweets 'til I can’t even breathe
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| Smoke up in my room, I can barely even see (goddamn)
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| TH, PS3, skate in the street, smokin' my blunt in the trees
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| My thoughts are covered in leaves, they’re never pleased
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| No success, no release
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| Do what the fuck I want
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| Take my time, take my grind
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| Pack this shit up in my blunt
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| I don’t need to fuckin' rap, man
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| I just need my fuckin' blunt
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| Fuck this shit, I rap, man
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| I just need a mothafuckin' blunt
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| 'Cause all I do is smoke, all I do is roll
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| All I do is choke on that red smoke
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| 'Cause all I do is smoke, all I do is roll
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| All I do is choke on that red smoke
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| Goddamn, purp
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| Dopeman blunt
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| In my mothafuckin' blunts
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| Take this shit to my lungs
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| I be smokin' Sour D every day of the month, bitch
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| Breathe, stretch
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| Deep breath
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| Life, death
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| Smokin' these blunts to my neck 'til I go Hold in my lungs and I resin my throat
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| Choke from the blunt while I flex on your ho Smoke, smoke
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| Pass the gas and the light
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| Smack on that ass and I bite her
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| I’ll make that pussy feel tighter
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| Blowin' my smoke at a spider
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| I’m gettin' plugs high
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| Bitch, I’m a swamp guy
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| I’ll give you one shot
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| Bitch, take your best shot
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| I could really give a fuck about you people
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| Smokin' reefer like this shit don’t make me evil
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| Meet the reaper while I’m burnin' down the steeple
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| Keep the beeper by the heater, that’s illegal
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| Fuck what you thought
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| Fuck what you bought
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| Fuck what you drive
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| I’m fuckin' your mom
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| Scuffin' my kicks
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| I play for the Knicks
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| Cups in my wrist
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| 'Cause I know that nobody can fuck with this shit
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| I feel so alone, look at the counts
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| If your mind in the gutter then don’t call my phone
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| I’m
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| bitch won’t stop watchin' me flow
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| I got your bitch moppin' the flow
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| I'm gettin' cancer, I'm gettin' cancer, I'm gettin' cancer, ho I heard you be dancin', ho, don't make me wait, I won't, ho the, the, the, |
| ho I am not fancy, I am not wealthy, bitch you can't talk 'bout my clothes
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| Middle fingers up in the sky, don’t ask why
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| Put your middle finger to the sky
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| Middle fingers up in the sky, don’t ask why
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| Put your middle finger to the sky
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| Middle fingers up in the sky, don’t ask why
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| 'Cause we really wanna get high
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| Everybody wanna get high
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| Put your middle finger to the sky, don’t ask why
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| Middle fingers up in the sky, don’t ask why
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| Put your middle finger to the sky
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| Middle fingers up in the sky, don’t ask why
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| Put your middle finger to the sky
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| Middle fingers up in the sky, don’t ask why
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| 'Cause we really wanna get high
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| Everybody wanna get high
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| Put your middle finger to the sky, don’t ask why |