| Blunt rolled tight about to take flight
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| Smoke with eight chicks and you know they all white
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| I box at night, raw smoked out of the police lights
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| I know my rights, lean with the sprite so I’m leaning to the right
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| OG blunt say he roll too tight
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| In hella smoke I’m highest height
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| Simmie the nigga, I take your wife
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| Give me yo' swisha, I roll up nice
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| Play my mind, I smoke at night
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| Only got lean, I ran out of Sprite
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| Money on my mind, Dollar sign my wife
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| Ion' fuck with niggas, my swag ain’t nice
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| Baseball shit cause I’m giving nigga strikes
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| Hotbox the whip when I ride at night
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| My bitch hella slick but she love that pipe
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| I only smoke strong boy you’on wanna fight
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| Lean so thick gotta sip that bitch twice
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| Blunt roll tight gotta hit that bitch twice
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| «Puff, puff, pass» as I chief with your wife
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| Simmie the nigga, I’m so real life
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| Double cup filled up don’t forget ice
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| I’m really a smoker, a double blunt toker
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| Smoking hanky-panky, you smell her odour
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| Like nigga move over
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| Lean with the Sprite, blunt rolled tight
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| Boy I’m never sober
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| Your bitch love me, we smoked out
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| I’m low key, I’m loced out |