| I’m a cigarello fiend smokin weed like it’s oxygen
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| Roll a lot skunk, need some blunts, get two boxes in
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| Goin to pull my stash, out rollin out this half ounce
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| Puff pass, nigga I puff grass till I pass out
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| Half ounce what I got to smoke up in some days
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| Yeah I choke up and get blazed
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| Eyes closed up and get glazed
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| I’ll blow some in your face
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| But you ain’t hitting nothin
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| If I’m in here I gotta smoke somethin nigga
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| Crack a swishy if I’m rollin up that good
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| And we roll it by the O, yeah I know you wish you could
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| Ain’t nothin funny gettin money like I should
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| Anywhere I go niggas know I smokin good
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| I’m smokin good
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| Niggas know about what young Khalifa into
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| Love to smoke out, a lot of reefer in him
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| Get you skunked out, you know I’m street official
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| When boys gotta problem, you should keep your issue
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| I’m from Pistolvania, where them heaters hit you
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| Out in California, where the weed official
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| And you could tell that I’m a boss
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| Don’t really gotta tell you that I’m smokin good, you smell it through the wall |