| With an ounce of kush, a pack of bamboos
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| And an ice cream sandwich, I’m that dude
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| Game given to you from an OG point of view
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| Usually I’ll sell it, but I got enough to share with you
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| Baby, if you cook and roll that weed, I’ll be so happy with you
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| Fuck you so good, you’ll know I’m cheating, it won’t matter to you
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| You know how daddy do you, Spitta make them jet maneuvers
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| Hop out the club, don’t park valet, won’t get a chance to move it
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| I’m out before I hear the music, that’s how quick them hoes be choosing
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| I don’t call it, pussy be crawling to me
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| Homeboy, I don’t know who did what, cause I was in the cut
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| Rolling tropical, sitting low as possible
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| Relaxed in the sun, low as possible
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| Relaxed in the sun, low as possible
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| Relaxed in the sun, low as possible
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| Relaxed in the sun, low as possible
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| (Sample: Without any sun, lotus blossom don’t cry)
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| Shorty pussy be the meanest, I be balling all arenas
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| Homie high somewhere in Venus, I mean this
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| When I tell you that I want it, I don’t need it
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| They be nulling the procedures, shorty yelling from the bleachers
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| Got me reaching like a two guard, too hard, ski mask or a suit on
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| Five chains, canaries help me cool off, tuned off
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| Camaro like Larry Flynt, block-star, rockstar
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| Montana Aerosmith, forty spit
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| Homie niggas dying, I’ll be flying out
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| Feds on my nigga’s tail, he hiding out, Montana sliding out
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| Baby, don’t be fucking with my high, suck a nigga dry
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| I’ll be low as possible, trying to clear my mind
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| Montana, bitch
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| Relaxed in the sun, low as possible
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| Relaxed in the sun, low as possible
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| Relaxed in the sun, low as possible
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| Relaxed in the sun, low as possible |