| Tokin' on some good green with a cup of purple
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| Tokin' on some good green with a cup of purple
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| Tokin' on some good green with a cup of purple
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| Tokin' on some good green with a cup of purple
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| And you know it… yeah
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| And you know it… yeah
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| And you know it… yeah
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| And you know it… yeah
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| Man I know that you smoking
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| I know that you rolling
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| On that dirty sprite with ice, you know that good purple potion
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| I wrote this shit for my homies who checked out before me
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| I blow this doja, smoke away, ‘cause every day we be on it
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| And you know it — crack a seal, pop a pill
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| Now we rolling — drop my top, grip the wheel
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| I’m slow motion — stack a hundred dollar bills
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| I can’t fold it, nah — I can’t fold it, yea
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| And yo, I hope you know that I’m thuggin'
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| Hope you know that I’m rollin' dope
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| Styrofoams stay muddy, pourin' up ‘til I overdose
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| Only smokin' on Woods
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| We don’t fuck with them Swisher Sweets
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| Only mess with them body bitches
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| Them bougie bitches don’t interest me
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| Hope she know she gon' get it
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| Hope she know she gon' give it up
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| Say she stay with a nigga
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| Hope she know I don’t give a fuck
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| Know I stay with that pack
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| Sixteen of that thrax
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| Throw it up as we blow it up
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| And blow big dope in that ‘Lac
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| And you know it… yeah
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| And you know it… yeah
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| And you know it… yeah
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| And I hope you know what’s up
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| ‘Cause we smokin' purple up
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| And you know it… yeah
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| And you know it… yeah
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| And you know it… yeah
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| And I hope you know what’s up
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| ‘Cause we smokin' purple up
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| Eyes hella red, got my thing from California
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| Stepped out LAX and got some more head in the Rover
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| She choose to do the usual with a pimp ‘cause I was chosen
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| That purple pineapple fan and now my Styrofoam is golden
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| This one here for my niggas, promethazine sippers
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| The Sprite to the Ocean Spray, I ain’t really trippin' on the mix, I’m with it
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| This one here for my niggas, Lord knows I love my niggas
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| Hoes down and the real G’s up
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| I’mma pour another cup ‘til I’m up there with ya
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| Cause I know, I know, I know…
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| And I know that you smoke
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| I know that you rolling
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| On that dirty sprite with ice, you know that good purple potion
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| I wrote this shit for my homies who checked out before me
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| I blow this doja, smoke away, ‘cause every day we be on it
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| I said, I know that you smoke
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| I know that you rolling
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| On that dirty sprite with ice, you know that good purple potion
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| I wrote this shit for my homies who checked out before me
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| I blow this doja, smoke away ‘cause every day we be on it |