| We mess with phillies we roll big phillies
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| (I wanna get blunted my brother)
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| We mess with phillies we roll big phillies
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| (I wanna get blunted my brother)
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| Surpress the brown bitch up in the Crown Vic’s
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| Spread her legs and put the greenery lips around it
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| Gets around it while niggas quit (woah!)
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| This bitch look better than Whitney, lick her titties
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| Cause niggas say the pussy be the stick-icky
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| One puff’ll turn your brain cells to dust
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| Head rush, bound to fill your eyes up with the redness
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| Suck her up, but there’s a million bitches just like her
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| Even dykes try to fuck her in the cypher with the lighter
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| Puttin' the dick on the ass an', everybody cashin, blackin
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| Latino motherfuckers know they be mashin
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| Nigga like whas' happenin'?
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| You can keep them sassy the dickey used to
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| Nicky Bone to top to dump the hash in
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| My partners they be askin' Mr. Y-U-K
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| Why you stay high off the hash and be smashin'?
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| With a hundred gun and a hundred clip
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| To the sto', they get phillies
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| To we get blunted as we wanna get
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| I takes my gat with a phillie I don’t need no quote
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| Now boss player this is how I like to blow my smoke
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| I grab the phillie cut the throat, jump to the back
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| Of a building, top player, makin' a little bits with a cup up of spit
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| It makes me sick and upset when it’s spit and silly
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| Whenever you phillie, its all spitty and wet
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| It doesn’t matter, rich or po', I couldn’t care less bro
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| It makes me not wanna let the motherfucker smoke no more
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| I shake the bud mary-tramps
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| The one that tried to suck the weed up the fifth
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| Without givin' up no cocker food stamps
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| I know they want it, but smokin' for free, I don’t condone it
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| Don’t put your crusty lips on it if you ain’t got no chips on it
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| I spent a grip on it, and girl, the cuffs out here
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| And if you floss out here, you take a loss out here
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| You’re doin' too much standing in the cypher wit’cha
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| Lighter, tryin' to flick your big
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| If you ain’t got no skits, you can’t get shit
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| How many blunts do you blow on the daily
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| Many money I blow many, many, many
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| I smoke plenty (well, won’t your black ass quit being stingy)
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| I’m not greedy (well, where’s that weed fiend?)
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| (You better quit smokin' those beadys in my fo' hun)
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| (Blow one for the po-one)
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| (Nigga, don’t you owe one?) (Act like ya know one)
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| No one does it better, break it down with my thumbs
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| (Fuck the zigzags, and stack your lungs, make the blunt)
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| But no fund, no gas money
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| (Well, even if a dummy has money)
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| (There'll be a dumber dummy to spend his last money)
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| My blunt is my keeper like cash money
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| Flash money, stash money, the last money was considered
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| Bombs, stick, green grass money
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| Roll, but next time, I’mma put a little to the side (hash money)
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| Hey nigga I started smellin' weed and hella weed
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| Then I started sellin' weed
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| Bitch be tellin' me, they wanna smoke
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| To catch Mozik than a spellin' bee
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| Cause I smoke they ass under the table
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| The hoes stable, pass me that cigarette or phillie
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| I got that feelin' again, let’s smoke that acrylin'
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| Again, I said you willin' again, then we can walk the Poppa-ceiling again
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| I storms in like a mighty blast of wind
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| Inhale, exhale, the phillies rule my dome an' (Aaahhh!) (*Cough*)
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| (High powered shit, tell that nigga down the road to roll the shit up man)
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| (Man y’all niggas need to quit this shit)
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| (Nigga, you used to smoke too, more than me here, hit this shit)
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| (Man, you already know do')
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| Fuck around and smoke the sprayed up
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| Nigga be laid up, walk around like zombies, minds never made up
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| Smellin' like ass hemp’s and grine, cocky mouth
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| Chap lips, fuckin' off all the poo-nanny
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| If y’all gonna smoke I’ll be the designated weed roller
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| Call me Numboy, the motherfuckin' seed roller
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| But you gotta crack the window though
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| Cause me and the lads like Whoopi Goldberg in centerfolds
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| Drink-a-lot never like to think-a-lot
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| Nigga I don’t smoke no more cause I don’t like the stank-a-lot
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| Nigga I’m drink-a-lot, smoke-a-lot too nigga
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| Fuck, how you gonna say that shit nigga if you be smokin' cigarettes (fuck
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| y’all)
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| And me nigga, (I wanna get blunted my brother)
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| You know phillies, they give heart attack catch a nigga
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| Fuck you nigga, shitty ass niggas (fuck you nigga)
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| Smell like straight dookie (*echoes*)
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| (*Laughter till fade*) |