| If it ain’t kush, it won’t touch my lighter
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| I only smoke that shit that get me higher (and higher, and higher, higher)
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| If it ain’t drank, it ain’t in my cup
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| Gotta be that purple and yellow, I be turnin' up
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| I stay, I stay high as fuck
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| Pour me up some more Pimp C
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| Laid back with your girlfriend
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| She ride my dick like a GMC
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| Everyday I turn up
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| Burnin' green and sippin' lean
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| Codeine and Promethazine
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| My money longer than a limousine
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| Bitch bow down and kiss the ring
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| I count more cash than a money machine
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| I’m so dope in that Rolls Royce
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| You can park my shit on a triple beam
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| Squeaky queen, thousand dollar belt
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| Thousand dollar shoes, thousand dollar jeans
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| Juicy J so fresh to death, I hop out and I kill the scene
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| Real goons on my team, this black truck got an army in it
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| This the trippy life, my double cup got Barney in it
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| And the hoes here and I’m tryna fuck
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| Your baby mama is not a ten but when I’m drunk she close enough
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| Shine so hard, you need shades
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| I been up for three days
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| I live that shit that I say
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| I’m getting stoned, out on stage
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| Take a groupie, go berserk
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| I got cake, no dessert
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| In the game, twenty years
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| And I still sip that syrup
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| Juicy J is sick and that lean is my medicine
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| In the back seat of that Ghost all I see is that President
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| I pour lean in my lemonade and lean in my sprite
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| Bitch I’m getting high as fuck for the rest of my life
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| Bitch I live in cloud nine, prescription pills and cough syrup
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| Bad bitches keep rolling up, I fuck your girl til we sober up
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| Trippy trippy trippy, high like Bobby &Whitney
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| I stay turnt up, I stay pourin' up, I smoke more weed than a hippy
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| I smoke more weed than a hippy, I smoke more weed than a hippy
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| I smoke more weed, I smoke more weed, I smoke more weed than a hippy |