Lyrics:
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I was tryna make moves, you would dub that
Broke, you just blew ya last dollar on a dub sack
How you feelin'?
From check to check, oh that's how you
ain't know a thing or two
Acting dumb you run the game on me
Now I'm hot and now you say I'm fancy
Got hella bitches wanna stand by me
I'm doing shows It
that from the club well get yo dub back
Plus they gave yo ass a .5 that ain't no dub sack
And you say u selling weed well nigga where yo plug at
You
for love but all of it dead
Datt shii is dub huhh
I ain’t gon begg for the pussy , just so you could go fucc on a scrub
Look at da wayy datt I’m
need something to roll
I was on the same shit years ago, you new niggas enjoy your high, Fat sacks for that low low, I can take you way back to junior
They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my 4-5
Stashed in my ride, watchin' haters in they eyes
I'd rather go in a blaze, then get taken by
They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my 4-5
Stashed in my ride, watchin' haters in they eyes
I'd rather go in a blaze, then get taken by
with me
So many flavors, I had a white boy plug
You used to count four-hundred fiftys and dubs
Leave my chopper by the grace of God
Stampin' in
(Chorus 2x)
2 many bitches wanna see this thug
When I be
Ridin' (Ridin')
Glidin' (Glidin')
Doin' a buck twenty-five on I-94
(Blaze)
Bitches call me
or dying
And I won't hesitate to blaze the iron
You cocksuckers is chillin' with a ragin' lion
I see them dudes every day, when I'm racin' by 'em
beat ride
I rewind and try to play back the days that they would play stacks
Of 8-tracks to recline, now we blaze sacks
Taking back the feeling hidden
gonna be sliding by
but hit the weed tip first cause my clique got to be riding high
cause it feels so good
[Chorus]
It feels so good how we kick it in
up a sack and enjoy the verbal
Float with me cuz we are getting high
If you can't tell by now we are in the sky
We taking off into loud clouds
We
I shoulda been by know
Cadilacs stand to the tree line I making then be like
Swerving to the curv tires pealin rubber pealin
Pull up to a halt but
bout to dip
We like to fuck on some rabbit shit
Hit the front door, cash quick pass
Never wait in line no time for that
See a fine ting slide by
Fat ass
a natural mood, then I'm a natural dude
And we some natural fools, blowin' out by the pool
She like my sexy cool mama, we'll blaze on the Barada
Rockin'
Her inner lesbian comes out when the liquor gets in her
Without warning Trouble drop her booty right on my nut sack
Winter turned around I stuck a dub
a natural mood, then I'm a natural dude
And we some natural fools, blowin' out by the pool
She like my sexy cool mama, we'll blaze on the Barada
Rockin'
all around see me an' my folks we blaze the pounds
Ain't no brown it's all green, players know what the hell I mean
Gotta whole new scheme and a whole
good
Swisha got me feeling good
Swisha got me feeling good
Damn right dawg
Imma blaze that sack
Go grenade this track
While you gauge this rap
Nothin'
Tela hit that corner, you know's that I a goner
Outtie five-thousand and these hoes that I be housin'
Fuckin' thugs about a dozen, doin' sacks by
niggas with perms and Jheri curls
Runnin' around town with the flyest girls
Ain't no place like home, nigga, that I can call my own
Smokin' dub sacks
it ain't chronic don't blaze it up
And if it ain't a chevy don't raise it up
You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk
So all the real niggaz
been on some other shit
I'm been counting money
I might flood the club and shit I might
Fill my pockets with some dub lil bitch
Put like twenty on your
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