B.I.C (Breathing Indo Cycle)
J.Mal
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Yeah Smoke Some Smoke Some Pass That shit nigga What's Happening It's J.MAL We in the air Keep It Lit We in the air You are now In tune With the Breathing Indo Cycle Roll the weed up Ha Somebody turn the beat up Yeah Aye Somebody turn the beat up Uh No sticks no seeds Roll the weed and turn the music up I think we blew about Four eights between the two of us Boy, this that smoke session It's litty in the smoke box Record and got iconic vocals Spit like the barrels hot Puff, puff, pass nigga Cough until you choke It's three different type of strains in the blunts that I roll Plus the homies got the grade A, can't Puff on no sus weed Oh if you really need the plug on it I got what you need Frosty freeze Gelato, Berry Sherbert with the frosted leaves Jack Frost, Jack Herron, Purple Haze, Lemon D O-G Kush, Super Silver Haze, HD Hiiii Definition I'm too high to over look g Rookies with them baby lungs, fall asleep Find some covers to get underneath Lil niggas you know how it be When a nigga who don't put in Be the first to say To pass to me Not happening Break bread and roll the weed up Roll that weed up Somebody turn the beat up Roll the weed up Roll the weed up Somebody turn the beat up Turn the Beat up Roll the weed Up Roll the weed up Okay Okay Roll one with me Inhale, exhale Be one Be free Puff, puff, puff, pass I breath A cloud of smoke B-I-C, -I-C Smoke Sum Burn One Two with me Inhale, Exhale Be one be free Puff, puff, puff pass I breathe A cloud of smoke It's Litty B-I-C Ahhh, an awesome day What a great night You see I Chillin in the wave Like a great white I take flight Higher than your attire No stage fright The stage lights Energize my wave My fan wave, hype A high kite Acting like play Staged, playwright my days Dreaming at night A spitter they can't surpress Hard work invested daylight Planted a seed to bear ya fruit Spread it amongst ya people Peace no evil then declare my yout Forever I declare that true JJ in the air I'm coming down like a parachute Wanna see me now But right nah A nigga in the booth She text me in a hour Four Play Then I catch and shoot Put ten digits around her torso Gordo Niggas at chyo' neck for queso pollo Gas All of the people of my family Royal, Loyal Forces hating want to take my soil I'm boiling like I'm at my highest point I'm rolling a fire joint Or rolling woods I be smoking oils Passionate Eye turn red like a chamber coil Now I'm blowing out some vapors Three Kings A God's Gift In organic papers I be smoking like I'm in Jamaica Bong Trees smoke, like an Al Queda Hella mad I need my cookies now A monster And I'm only like this when I'm in a drought Tundra, treeless Give me that grinder boy I need this Doobie in a ashtray Devin the Dude up in my speakers Shawty turn that volume up & come And sit right next to me So we can vibe and roll this weed up Bihh Somebody turn the beat up Roll the weed up Somebody turn the beat up Roll the weed up Yeah Somebody turn the beat up Yeah Roll the weed up Yeah Somebody turn the beat up Turn the beat up Yeah Uh J.MAL Vibin Out Yeah You are now in tune With the Breathing Indo Cycle
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