| I love pussy like Young M.A.
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| I love weed like the S-N-double-O-P
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| She call me a dog, but I don’t sweat 'em like Keith, nope
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| Money on my mind, hah, acid by the liter
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| Shawty in a thong, walk around like she Lita
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| Gotta get the bag, secure the bag, then roll the reef up
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| Smoke a lot of reefer, think my last name is Khalifa
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| I like white wine before I digs into a freak-a
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| You get yours, I get mine and then repeat-a
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| Pussy so good I had to throw it in a freezer
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| And my weed so good, got me feelin' like I need ya
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| Then I woke up and had amnesia, then I
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| Get the lighter, roll the sticky, let’s get high (Let's get high)
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| I smoke the finest, save that shit for them other guys (Them other guys)
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| The highest in the building, them niggas liars (Them niggas liars)
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| What’s in your stash? |
| What’s in your bag? |
| Yeah, what’s your type?
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| (What's your type?)
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| If she with me then you know that she a rider (She a rider)
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| That Mary with me so you know I stay on fire (Stay on fire)
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| Anywhere, I don’t care, I’m gon' light it (Light it)
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| Anywhere, I don’t care, I’m gon' light it (Light it)
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| Ayy, clutch the world with such a grip, you know my strength (You know my
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| strength)
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| Know I feel like I am way over my head (Over my head)
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| I could do this every day without a care (Brrt, bah)
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| Bust a couple grams, you know my nigga came prepared (Let's go, let’s go)
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| Free my sons in the clink, life is fine, but it stinks
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| You’re too bold, I give hope to the blind and the meek
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| I get involved, any with status could fall
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| Don’t be consumed with the fake, instead, I’m just brushin' it off (Don't touch
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| him)
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| If only the money dissolve, I think would send you a hundred to start
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| Got to be humble 'cause you could be God
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| Got to be comfortable bein' a star
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| And I’m alone with the mob, mhm, problem get solved
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| What do we do in a war? |
| Mhm, emerge through the fog
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| Get the lighter, roll the sticky, let’s get high (Let's get high)
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| I smoke the finest, save that shit for them other guys (Them other guys)
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| The highest in the building, them niggas liars (Them niggas liars)
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| What’s in your stash? |
| What’s in your bag? |
| Yeah, what’s your type?
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| (What's your type?)
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| No— No— Nothing’s more creative than a hater’s imagination
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| The most dangerous animal on the planet is two-legged
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| Cosmic retribution, baby, karma gon' getcha
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| Reality, a marvelous illusion, the simulation
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| My lyrics bleed through the paper, dodgin' bullets
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| Runnin' from agents, this ain’t The Matrix
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| Karma can conquer any complication, love confrontation
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| Me and Satan have conversations since God ain’t answer me lately,
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| I’m just sayin'
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| Intoxication, so far from home, but still my problems waitin'
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| Havin' conversations with myself and it’s kinda crazy
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| My pop’s mistake, somehow my mama’s favorite
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| To be this highly decorated, it takes dedication
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| I ain’t detonatin' 'til I reach my destination
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| Enough long-winded conversations, get the chronic blazin'
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| Get the lighter, roll the sticky, let’s get high (Let's get high)
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| I smoke the finest, save that shit for them other guys (Them other guys)
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| The highest in the building, them niggas liars (Them niggas liars)
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| What’s in your stash? |
| What’s in your bag? |
| Yeah, what’s your type?
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| (What's your type?)
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| If she with me then you know that she a rider (She a rider)
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| That Mary with me so you know I stay on fire (Stay on fire)
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| Anywhere, I don’t care, I’m gon' light it (Light it)
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| Anywhere, I don’t care, I’m gon' light it (Light it)
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| Fuck the aft— an— shit |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song herb, artist - Flatbush Zombies. Album song now, more than ever, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп