| You can still smell the weed on my cologne
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| Yeah, babe
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| Yeah, yeah, babe
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| Ayy, yeah
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| When I first seen her, knew I had to make her mine
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| First I eat her, then I get her from behind
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| Never leave her, got a ring on second time
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Roll my weed I do that shit like all the time
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| I’m a stoner, I smoke lemon cherry pot
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| Wonder how I always end up in the sky
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| And you know that shit hit different when it strong
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| You can still smell the weed on my cologne, baby
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| Start the car, hit the gas, and we gone
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| What’s with you, baby?
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| Love the way you walk, I’m like «It fit you, baby»
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| I got you now but first it was a mission, baby
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| I’m like «Hey, I got a ring, I hope it fit you, baby»
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| No issue, baby, I keep my pistol, baby
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| Let a nigga trip, he come up missing, baby
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| Everytime you leave I’m like «I miss you, baby», I really miss you, baby
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| I’m coming home 'cause I can’t wait to kiss you, baby
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| And you know that shit hit different when it strong
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| You can still smell the weed on my cologne, baby
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| Start the car, hit the gas, and we gone
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| Know that shit hit different when it strong
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| Still smell the gas on my cologne
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| Trippin', baby, you the one I want
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| Know that shit hit different when it strong
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| Still smell the gas on my cologne, baby
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| Trippin', you the one I want
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| You the one I want
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| Gas on my cologne, yeah, baby
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| You the one I want
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| Whoa, yeah, baby |