| Love to get high mane
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| Roll to get high mane
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| Love to get high mane
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| Roll to get high mane
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| Oh please oh please oh please
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| Just give me just one more hiznit
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| This hydro weed I got some
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| I might blow you a shotgun
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| I cheif-ah a swish-ah
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| My lungs is full of buddah
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| I choke up the dope up
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| And then I pass it to ya
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| I’m high-yah can’t lie yall
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| Man this shits some fire
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| Covasier, that good hay
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| And weed bong, got damn yall
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| I lit it lit it lit it
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| And then I hit it hit it
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| I’m smokin like a dope fiend
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| I need to quit it quit it quit it
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| Take a pull inhale
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| Still waitin to exhale
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| Eyes got bloody red cells
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| And I’m sippin on some Martel
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| Its a party goin on inside my fuckin in my fuckin body
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| And its too wild I can’t hang and can’t nobody stop it
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| I smoke that green dope
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| That high I’m on cloud 9 dro yah
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| I don’t fuck with seeds
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| You keep your weed I got my own hoe
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| Shit, you wonder why La Chat don’t speak when bitches pass me by
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| 9 times outta 10 when I’m in the wind I’m either drunk or high
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| And to you smokers holla at me I’m gone smoke some witcha
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| But if you don’t smoke wit me we can smoke
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| Take a pull for me my nigga
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| I keep that chronic in mind
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| I try my best to stay high
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| I smoke an ounce of that pure
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| Man fuck some nickels and dimes
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| I get to thinkin bout shit
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| My nigga fuckin this bitch
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| My thoughts get outta control
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| I’m finna cut off his dick
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| Blow me a gun to my nose
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| My throat is hung up wit smoke
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| I don’t fuck wit you on that dope
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| If its not makin me choke
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| I roll up in them sweets
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| Who got that shit in the streets
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| I smoke until I’m asleep
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| Its just the thuggin in me
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| I hope you already know
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| You gotta give me some dro
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| The way you smoke wit yo niggas
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| Thats how we smokin lil bro
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| My nig will get a hoe high
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| But he won’t get high wit me
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| But I ain’t fucked up bout that
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| Its niggas givin me weed
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| Id go to all neighborhoods
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| And smoke you out if I could
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| A smokin session on me
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| Id charge it all to the good
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| Mane I’m gone ride and get high
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| Until the day that I die
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| I know my lungs ain’t bout shit
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| Cuz dog I keep me some fire |