Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spinach Dip, artist - Nappy Roots. Date of issue: 11.07.2018
Song language: English
Spinach Dip |
| Gummies, suckers, dabs, oils, keef hash. |
| Yea all that |
| Smoke somethin' bitch! |
| So high, so high, so high |
| So high, so high, so high |
| (Only the best though) |
| It’s a wrap. |
| (wrap) Run, tell ya mommy |
| And don’t come back 'less you got somethin' for me |
| I never sold weed. |
| I just traded it for money |
| Rub a couple fingers and my thumbs together like Johnny (Manziel) |
| No brown, strictly that green bay |
| Cartel dirt weed, me no comprende |
| Catch me in the hood rollin' blunts at the speedway |
| Or blowin' wit' my white buddy listenin' to Green Day |
| 25 years in my trunk up the freeway |
| Can’t say too much. |
| Police on the stingray |
| Cousin in the kitchen weigh it up then I re-weigh |
| Go a little over so I give myself some leeway |
| Smokin' on medicinal, high as my cholesterol |
| Premium gas, 10% ethonol |
| You can’t keep the alcohol. |
| You can keep the adderall |
| Just keep ya hands off my flowers, dawg. |
| (Stilley!) |
| So high, so high, so high |
| So high, so high, so high |
| No I’m not a doctor with a Ph. D |
| But I know a little somethin' 'bout THC (what's that?) |
| I know it’s good for ADHD |
| PTSD, won’t let 'em BS me |
| I self-medicate. |
| Don’t need no doctor’s orders |
| I’m more than qualified to prescribe you a quarter |
| Of that medical grade indica or sativa |
| These flowers loud enough to blow a hole through ya speakers |
| I be high as a tweeter, clippin' the meter |
| Catch me open in the zone like ya favorite receiver |
| Roll up a fat doobie, look like a tortilla |
| Roll up the whole onion, call that a fajita |
| Gon' need a breather. |
| Gon' need more oxygen |
| So much smoke in the air, I’m tempted to call the firemen |
| You can’t escape the fire when you stuck off in the frying pan |
| Burn enough trees to fuck up the environment |
| So high, so high, so high (smokin' on medicinal) |
| So high, so high, so high (blowin' on medicinal) |
| … (blowin' on medicinal) |
| (Uhn… Yeah) From the sticks, no hoe shit |
| We don’t name our reefer. |
| We just smoke the shit |
| I’m laid back. |
| Be the same when approachin', kid |
| Smoke wax. |
| You don’t know just how potent this is |
| Used to roll blunts. |
| Now I pack vape pipes (Uhn) |
| Gas mask, try this on get ya face right (C'mon) |
| Gas Mask, CMK my homie stay tight |
| We tryna run through this quarter before it’s daylight |
| East side, 4th Ward, we salute king |
| Marijuana had me sleepin' through my hoop dream |
| Leave the head shop, verse done at green top |
| Can’t stop it. |
| I’m hooked just like Kareem’s shot |
| Smart water, indica by the quarter |
| In the car I got more Jack Herrer |
| I’m in Denver, CO making backorder |
| Naked bitches trimmin' weed. |
| That’s a trap for ya |
| So high, so high, so high (smokin' on medicinal) |
| So high, so high, so high (blowin' on medicinal) |
| So high, so high, so high (smokin' on medicinal) |
| So high, so high, so high (blowin' on medicinal) |
| So high, so high, so high (smokin' on medicinal) |
| So high, so high, so high (blowin' on medicinal) |