| Smoke one the strong way, roll one the long way
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| Fine ass bitch, hey, she fucking with my feng shui
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| Weed all in my eyes, I’m finna cry
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| Weed in the brownie pies, body high
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| They trippin' cause my eyes red, I look like a pothead
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| Y’all niggas monkeys so I’m bout to go bananas
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| Everything I ride flip flop, yeah, Tropicanas
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| Put deuces in the Phantoms, west side of Atlanta
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| I’m the same nigga told you bout salamander sandals
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| Uh, getting head in a bunkie, rolling up a dutchie
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| Bitch, I want my number back, your pussy musty
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| Fuck that bitch, trust me
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| Man, that weed strong as fuck (x4)
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| Who got strong? |
| (Who got strong?) (x8)
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| Shawty said she got that burning pack, I am too high to determine that
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| I’m geeked up off the chief, talking to me, gotta run it back
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| Charlie Sheen, all that, roll up a ball bat
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| I’m in the hotel with two lesbians, where the fuck y’all at?
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| I’m with the coalition, team, pouring up this lean
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| Drive a nigga bitch cray till she need a Ritalin
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| Smoking out the back of cars, man, we just a bunch of stars
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| Black kush up in my cigars, I am high off this planet, Mars |