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Grin (Little Moron Grin) 
Words and Music by David J Waterman. @ Hospart.co.uk 2010.

Little Moron see he carries a knife, he does'nt care that it

lanes, like them old folks the first of the month
No blunts, keep a J rolled, tighter than a fresh weave
Sour D from San Diego, we be on the best weed

He said what's her name? Judy
Her name is Judy
So many Judy's
Coming soon "So Many Judy's"
Inspired by
Florida

Rollin up I'm in the clouds but I'll

killing me
Seein' shit like I'm on Ketamine

I'm not smokin' that, that is mid tier Weed
I was out in VT smokin' John Deere g's
New pair of Skis with three

under the mo' Remember 4-0, J-Mack, K-P-O-O-O

More bobs than them, look The way above the rim
It's pimpin' and dancin' to Shit like Fillmoe Slim, Nigga

rather
Be at home all by myself
Not in this room with people who don't even

Care about my well-being
I don't dance, I might drink
If I'm feelin'

like sciatic

If it ever was a time, more important than right now
Is the time being spent by my niggas locked down
They runs in the ground and I can't

relics
My ghostwriter stay in heaven
I inhale weed smell people think I'm selling
I could get the plug the message
I'm like the spark the connection
On who

on David Ruffin[01:04.74]In the end discussion, bitch can't tell me nothin[01:07.71]Ain't know hoe I need you, make her roll my weed[01:11.04]Grab her by her

fake
Don't need no hoe by my side
All i need is my bitch MaryJane
I Got weed fuck therapy
Smoking my stress
Hit the J and get clarity
Wit my secrets

snoozing
Whomst Gang, I'm grooving
Lumber got the PBRs
Porky J the Yuengling
I don't need no weed tonight
My mind is in the ceiling
Keys in my hand

around all day and smoke this weed
Gas tank never run on E, roll it by the O Z
Roll up on a weak ass nigga, incase a nigga want smoke with me
It's hard

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yes I do
Haha
Alright ladies and gentleman
C'mon now
Smoke a J
Seize the day

darling I'm sorry I'm spiffy
Pulled up with a bunch of O's
Finna sell em by da load
Got em in a box feelin like Shipley's
Came like J-Kwon got da hood

murder on these beats like my name was O.J
I run the bags up, but I don't sell cocaine
Got a bad lil shorty and yeah, that's my bae
A lot of bands, yeah,

sees when I'm doing the most
It's been a year, didn't get no sleep Because the stitch got deep
I didn't get no dreams by smoking all this weed, mom told

famous fuck my job im calling off

Yeah, This aint 9/11 but im knocking twins down
I fucked the baddest bitches in i last ten rounds
Somebody call my weed

need
A little bit of drink and a little bit of weed
G					D 
It gives me the ability to find a little tranquility
One beer and two good tokes

G
I don’t

Good evening ladies and gentlemen, it's been About 3 years since we last talked, and I brought
Back a very special man
You know this man, he goes by

in monogamy
Sorry not sorry it's too late for apologies

You know what that means though
You know what the vibes
I go by the G code
If you know you

N****s stuck in they perception You could kill a n***a with a thousand words
just by saying nothing I know knowledge is a weapon
But then you start to feel

and expose your lunch

I was lookin' around Rose Corp, got robbed, stand in front of the fuckin' building
Shot up behind J-Feint, there was none but some

that I'm fluent in
Them boys lying to themselves, I can't fool with them
I'm just fighting with my wisdom
Enticed by good weed and bad women
Keep them

My anger and fury is nothing to bury
A hatchet, a racket, bitch slap it, then tap it
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