| Yeh, H20
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| We love it more than dem
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| Inna my scheme, inna my scheme
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| Puff it more than how likkle pickney love ice cream
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| Inna my scheme, inna my scheme
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| The kush mek me higher than high beam
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| So when me crush it inna me palm, out a space me gone
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| Speeder meter buck, when me puff it inna me van
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| Yes, me love it nuff, rather worst it mek me calm
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| When me touch the road that must inna me plan
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| So me bun it out a road, when the kutchie load
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| Still a roll it up all when dem go fi bigger ford
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| Cut it 'pon the board, brains a jump weh like a toad
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| Yes, Orange Hill have the best inna the globe
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| The bush a carry low price, plus it no give me no vibes
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| But the high grade float me inna the sky and mek me know Christ
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| So me puff it whole night, light up the kutchie so bright
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| Up inna the sky so the cloud me step over it
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| And from me a likkle bit a bwoy me no just a dweet
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| Any time inna the day me nah puff, me must a sleep
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| 'Cause it sweeter than a seal tin a butter bean
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| Me puff it mek me eye dem worser red |