Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kush Cloud, artist - Freddie Gibbs. Album song Baby Face Killa, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.09.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: ESGN
Song language: English
Kush Cloud |
Floatin off of that kush cloud |
Floatin off of that kush cloud |
Floatin off of that kush cloud |
That kush cloud, that kush cloud |
My kush cloud, my kush cloud |
Floatin off of that kush cloud |
Rolling off of that kush cloud |
OG turnt up too loud |
That kush cloud, that kush cloud |
Floatin off of that kush cloud |
That kush cloud, that kush cloud |
Floatin off of that kush cloud |
My kush cloud, my kush cloud |
Floatin off of that kush cloud |
Rolling off of that kush cloud |
OG turnt up too loud, bitch |
Mo-murder, mo-murder |
In the Tahoe with my burner |
Tell 'em that I just got a shipment in |
And if you in to win then I’ll serve ya |
Know I’m floatin off of that kush cloud |
OG turnt up too loud |
A nigga busy getting to the money and weed |
That’s why a playa hating nigga get tuned out |
In a shootout nah cause they don’t want that shit |
Traffic the powder, how you want that whip? |
Grind it out, pound it out |
Then I took her to the house, I ain’t want that bitch |
I get the killa shit from my niggas in the Bay |
We wheeling and dealing so what you niggas wanna pay? |
Got dope in the attic, I’m in the ceiling with the yay |
We flipping it really, you pussy niggas in the way |
Got thug love from my niggas choking, smoking bud |
Bought my dope from Lil' Sodi yea I fucks with cuz |
Corporate thuggin, so all I’m wit is thug niggas |
Can you picture, this rapper slash drug dealer |
I said I was never gon' smoke no mo' |
20 minutes late, okay I’mma smoke one mo' |
The next thing you know, I’m blowing through the whole O |
Smoke alarm going off, popo knocking on my do', oh |
I’m a real OG chief choker |
Green leaf stoner, real weed smoker |
Wanna kick it with me, you better bring weed over |
I got too many problems, ain’t no need to be sober |
But I ain’t really waiting on you niggas to split it |
Roll it and hit it cause I’ve already got me some |
Roll another nigga, I’m hardly done |
Kray Jack got Bob Marley lungs |
I hit a little bit of Snoop OG kush |
Then I roll up some Wiz Khalif to get a hook |
It’s sticky icky nigga, trust it be real |
Cause I planted it and grew it on Cypress Hill |
Bud smokers only, bud smokers only, on-ly |
Don’t ask if I’m high |
Look into my eyes, you can tell that I’m zonin', zonin' |
Kray and Freddie Gibbs, nigga there it is |
Midwest get ready when I come around the corner in my spaceship |
And we take off into the cloud |
She rolled up a sack of that, purp |
The mystical haze got her going in a maze |
While she twerkin and workin slow motion — I am the potion |
That will dwell inside the magical purp that you inhale |
Inside your mind as I, seduce your brain cells |
You gotta get high 'til you can’t tell |
If you in heaven with the angels |
Playing my music and get high to it |
It’s hypnotizing like a brain spell |
Real nigga smoking on purple trees |
All about money, gotta count this green |
Mackin these bitches and I’m gettin to the riches |
And yo bitch love smoking me |
When the beat break down (break down) |
Get lost to the sound (to the sound) |
Roll the window down (down) |
Let her see the kush clouds (kush clouds) |
Ride around through the town (town) |
Nigga let the wind blow (wind blow) |
Gotta get head in the front seat slow |
Let a nigga see the kush smoke |