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Yeah, it's young, ya know? |
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Crack that shit down |
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Roll that shit up, light that shit, pass it |
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Nah, fuck that, face this one, yeah |
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This for all my true weed smokers |
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Yeah, nigga ask me what's wrong with me? |
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I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank |
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(That sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky) |
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Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low |
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I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank |
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(That sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky) |
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Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low |
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I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank |
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Ridin' in my ride, so blowed, don't how to think |
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But I'm stayin' high |
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I'ma roll me a nice, long Swisher, filled with light green |
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Oh, I think they like me, let me get a light, B |
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(And then I'm gone) |
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Off that Cali bud, what the fuck you chokin' on? |
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Mr. Bud by the Zone, O's like Omarion |
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And we ain't tuckin' nothin' cousin, what's the hold up? |
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Keep 'em comin' back to back to back, we roll up |
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('Til it's all gone) |
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Get a pound, break it down |
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I ain't stingy, it's enough to go around |
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And I'm blazin' right now, niggas tellin' me to hold on |
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Crank it, twist it, light it, take a pull and hold on |
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(And then, I'm gone) |
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I gotta have it, gotta have it, that's unheard about |
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Rollin' up another blunt, before I put the first one out |
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My eyes low, have me chiefin' 'til I choke |
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Niggas askin' me what's wrong |
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Blew some smoke up out my nose and said I'm gone |
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I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank |
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(That sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky) |
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Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low |
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I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank |
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(That sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky) |
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Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low |
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I said, I'm gone off that brownish drank |
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Niggas know how I roll, it look like my eyes closed |
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Hennessey and Hydro, rhyme slow |
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Nigga, I'm on a different type of a vibe |
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This a different type of weed |
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And I'm a different type a high |
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(My nigga, I'm gone) |
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To a place that you probably never been in life |
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Smokin' Purple Kryptonite |
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Make sure you curl that Swisher right |
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'Cause I ain't tryna have this home grown runnin' |
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Homie thinkin' he gon' smoke for free |
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I duck 'em, roll somethin' |
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(Then, I'm gone) |
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In my ride, doin' 80 in a 45 Zone, half a zone |
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Got me blown, I get more than high |
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Fresh off of the plane |
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Head start into my hotel |
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Weed man in every city, yeah, I smoke well |
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(Even when I'm gone) |
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I ain't the only one, all my niggas puff pounds |
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Swingin' blunts 'round, sun up 'till sun down |
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My eyes low and my words are getting slow |
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Niggas askin' me what's wrong |
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I blew some smoke up out my nose and said, I'm gone |
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I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank |
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(That sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky) |
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Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low |
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I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank |
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(That sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky) |
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Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low |
