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We don't allow blunts in the cut |
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Tell the valet to pull up my truck |
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Higher than a mug, ain't nothin' what up but us |
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Ain't nothin' what up but us |
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We don't allow blunts in the cut, yeah |
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Peel off like a |
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New Era sticker |
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Out that bitch like a newborn my nigga |
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Can't get tangled in the web of broad weave |
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Homie you weak, that's not |
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GHolding hands with your bitch |
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When the money come you can't reach |
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So when it's money talk you can't speak |
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Who you been with jive ass |
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I'm Hollywood multitasking, rapping and acting |
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You just acting like you rappin' |
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Acting like you trappin', you trap champ what happened |
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I'm high in a psychedelic tree smilin' |
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Cheshire Cat'n, |
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Galapagos |
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IslandTurtle shell hashing |
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Spillin', smoking good with a bad one |
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J.E.T.S. nigga playin' dirty with the fair ones |
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The Brazilian thick leg wavy hair ones |
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Been on cloud nine since square one, yeah[Hook: Curren$y] |
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Ain't nothing what up but us |
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Paper Planes man, we don't allow blunts in the cut |
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Tell the valet to pull up my truck |
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Ain't nothing what up but us |
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Ain't nothing what up but us |
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We don't allow blunts in the cuts |
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Anytime you see me |
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I'm lo'd up |
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Roll up, light something, than |
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I smoke up |
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I be steamin', |
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I don't pass really |
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Nigga be higher than giraffe pussy |
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That ain't |
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Dour that's a gaffe, rookie |
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This is Cali not |
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CanadianThese type of buds change whatever mind frame you in |
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I be so thrown off, what's in them papers got me popped |
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You think |
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I'm sleepin' but |
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I'm notWas gonna say somethin', but |
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I forgotI roll up for breakfast |
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I be on my |
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J.E.T.S. shit |
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Me and Spitta smoke a zone it don't be nothin' left it's |
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George kush |
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I'm on that bomb shit |
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Hopin' the bag shit smell like armpits |
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Doesn't matter whose blunts be the longest |
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When I smoke be potent, hope your lungs is the strongest |
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My pot heads what up, what up |
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Spark up nigga, ain't nothing up but us |