| Kush is my cologne, gone on that stupid strong
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| I know kush is my cologne, Ku-Kush is my cologne
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| Kush is my cologne, gone on that stupid strong
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| Got a swisher filled up with that one hitter quitter, bro
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| Bubba for your troubles on the double itl’l get you bro
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| Pass me the D’s, light it up with ease
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| In a cirle full of G’s, smoking on them trees
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| Pass me a cigar, and i’m-a bust it down quick
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| Pass me the purple, make sure that ho is round and thick
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| Break it down, fill it up, roll it up and light it
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| And you know it’s the bomb, soon as it get ignited
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| Pimping I can’t even fight it, it’s calling me to smoke
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| So I fire up another square and take another toke
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| I be damn near goin broke
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| And my girl say I’m wrong, shit but
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| I’m inhaling it, exhaling it, it makes me more intelligent
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| I feel like I’m still mailing it or selling it, they smelling it
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| Kush, purp, strong dro. |
| What I need cologne for?
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| They tried to send me to rehab but I said
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| «No, no I won’t go»
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| Damn it’s really loud, smelling like a whole pound
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| Kush cologne, haze is her perfume
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| Bubba kush for breakfast, with my Captain Crunch
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| I smoke ten blunts before lunch
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| Know that sounds like that’s too much
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| I’m so high, I’m so in the sky, everybody know
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| Marijuana is my fragrance, probably smell it on my clothes
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| I smoke that bubonic sonic, I’ve been sipping gin and tonic
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| You lil' boys is hooked on phonics, Gucci hooked on chronic, Sonny
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| I’m in this booch hella keyed (hella keyed, man, I’m sacked)
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| Man I’ve been smoking hella weed (Hella tweed man, and I ain’t talking about
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| Twitter, man, I’m talking about tweed)
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| Lick it twist back down
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| Probably won’t know how I go home
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| Baby wanna suck my bone
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| She gotta fuck me jeans on
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| Fuck me dress on, fuck me jeans on
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| Fuck me dress on, fuck me jeans on
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| Anything holling a dane
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| Tryin' get brain butIdon’t know her name
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| Looking at my chain
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| Let me explain
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| Kush, cocaine but I don’t make it rain
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| Gimme the gudda bitch, no extension
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| Pay me up or pay me no attention
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| Send a botch, like you send it
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| Make her upload, all up in it
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| Retirement plan, Booch you my pension
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| Hater repellant, my brand new invention
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| Everything that I say I meant it
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| Rasied in the Bay where its' so pimpin'
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| Raised in the Bay where it’s so pimpin'
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| Raised in the Bay where the bitches tempting
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| Kush is my cologne, I got many fragrances
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| Shit gets so expensive but I hardly have to pay for shit
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| Every puff is like a squirt, smell it all off in my shirt
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| Coworkers give me compliments every time I go to work
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| What kinda cologne you on?
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| Dro is like my aftershave
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| Have me feelin and smellin so good yo I don’t have to bathe
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| But by all means, I must keep my balls clean
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| Make sure my dicks legit then I go take care the small things
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| And it all seems worth it
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| 450's kinda steep but I deserve it
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| Weed smell so loud that you think you heard that purp |