Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 4/20, artist - Jim Jones.
Date of issue: 18.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
4/20 |
4/20 right |
This our holiday |
Smoke with me |
Think about it |
It’s 4/20 nigga, light it up |
It’s a celebration, put your lighters up |
Roll another one before the flight is up |
I smoke in public so police gon' have to write us up |
I got some loose ends I gotta tighten up |
I need this money so the feds can lose sight of us |
It be heavy on my soul, I’m tryna lighten up |
I watch bullets hit niggas like when lightning struck |
I seen the game, I had to wife her up |
All night pumping the white risking my life for what |
My young boys on that lean |
With that Sprite in cups |
And when you got a bomb you know the price go up |
I was taking bombs on a China bus |
Now every time I hit Miami you know |
These rap niggas, they be acting sorta kinda tough |
Until I pop around, knock 'em down, line 'em up |
Go and roll with the dips |
Come and roll with the set |
We as real as it gets |
You ain’t one of us yet |
Go and roll with the dips |
Come and roll with the set |
We as real as it gets |
You ain’t one of us yet |
Go and roll with the dips |
Come and roll with the set |
We as real as it gets |
You ain’t one of us yet |
Go and roll with the dips |
Come and roll with the set |
We as real as it gets |
You ain’t one of us yet |
My day consists of rolling up big buds |
Fucking on a bitch before she get in the tub |
Fall in the bay before I fall in love |
I need a favor, I could call it up |
We rock jerseys with our names cause we balling |
Made a fortune |
Smell like kush on the planes we boarding |
Was irrelevant, became important |
Rolling up what our main course is |
Lamborghini Porsches, anything with horses |
You pull up and see the gate, of course that’s where I live |
Puppies everywhere |
Getting my nails manicured, Tracy twisting my hair |
Working on the next shit I want the fans to hear |
A million plus, I volunteer |
Lost my dog, shed a tear |
You never know when the end is near |
You better off without niggas in your business |
Go on my own missions, do my own dishes |
Don’t send niggas out |
I bag my own bitches, and get 'em home with us |
Multiple things they wanna do alone with us |
Some of 'em drink, some of 'em just wanna get stoned with us |
Go and roll with the dips |
Come and roll with the set |
We as real as it gets |
You ain’t one of us yet |
Go and roll with the dips |
Come and roll with the set |
We as real as it gets |
You ain’t one of us yet |
Go and roll with the dips |
Come and roll with the set |
We as real as it gets |
You ain’t one of us yet |
Go and roll with the dips |
Come and roll with the set |
We as real as it gets |
You ain’t one of us yet |
I ain’t been in this bitch since they stole Nip |
First joint that I lit, first bars I spit |
Was dedicated to a Crenshaw legend |
That’s church like you heard it from the reverend |
Rolling up my next one |
Stock rag top '57 Bel Air |
Wrist wear, presidential bezel dripping elegance |
Niggas hella rich, flow heaven sent |
Frequent in places you busters have never been |
How many of your cars |
Lil boy I done bought cars that I haven’t seen in person yet |
This is the life of a New Orleans jet |
Get higher than you ever get |
Off the weed you could never buy |
With a bitch that you could never try |
All in her like dinner, wash it down |
A boss in town |
Real plugs toss me pounds |
Bunch of niggas that you scared of throwing money around |
East side all time |