Lyrics:
tell by my lips
I smoke 'dro in the booth you can tell by my hits
I loves to get high like I'm touching the sky
Multiply with this weed you can look in
something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't spend all your time trying to get high
You need git
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't spend all your time trying to get high nigga
You need git
have been done ended
So far gone them days that I'm offended
Snitches can't speak my name till they get winded
Can't you tell there's been a switch
get high
Wit my nigga B
Cash stay lit
Seven days a week
Seven grams of the OG in a sweet
Stay away from a nigga
If your shits weak
Love blowing
for my tryptamines
Eye be so high off the weed weed, one word, get a bitch freaky (Strip tease)
Smoke and then fucking that's GP
Caught up in my Scorpio
faded see kush in my eyes
Lace it with hash it's a litty surprise
I need a freak tat my name on her thighs
Came out the struggle we barley get by
Get out
gettin' by
Yeah I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
Dear hater, a playa is definitely in your radar
My bitch goes to work, she fucks me on her
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
opinions like photo's
You better put your face in the books, man
For it get took and turned into a app
When you ain’t got no wi-fi
Money in your piggybank
at
Stuntin' like you want some cheese when you don't shoulda said that
You'd rather get your meat slimed off by the jelly
I'm more like Earl Simmons when he
fries
Open your freakin' eyes
Cause blunt my grand prize
Smokin was no surprise
I'm out with my true lies
All I smell is smoke in da' air
Nuthin'
certain groups
Because I need to accumulate the votes
To succeed in the race
For the presidency don't get a
Big head please make
Sure that your expectations
in the building, Tell em stay woke
Matter fact we want smoke, packing mines by the boatload
She 55 Mutombo, squeeze & grip, I unload
She like to play
that I smoke alot and get high
Spark, spark, spark the lah
People tell me that I need to stop
Yo when it comes to the weed I ain't smoke in weeks
Only
Yo, you could get rugged, rough, hard like Luck
Bring your best rhymes and you niggas still suck
I'm slumped in a truck, with the pumps up
Comes
With your mercury mouth in the missionary times
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes
And your silver cross, and your voice like
With your mercury mouth in the missionary times
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes
And your silver cross, and your voice like
on a peloton
This blow is turn by turn
It's dark now my shine will come
When you make your list don't front
You better put my name in the front
No smoke without
ready to stomp
Play these hoes like trump
get one pa** one
Disrespect poke these n****z in the eye
Wit a blunt big boy we got them D- drugs
Ain't
in public, the subject y'all don't know
Stars won't grow, who would dream that scars would show?
Minus the MTV videos with slim
"Up In Smoke" D-12,
My Nigga
Me And My Niggas We Break Down Roll Up Smoke Cloud Blow Donuts
We Break Down Roll Up Smoke So Much You Throw Up Your Tolerance Is Low So
to send me
Back to cold cuts
It's in God's time is what I told bro
The young bull won't understand
Til he get older
So example I lead it by
To stay on point
to stab you in your back
A gun the same thing as a dagger
I think that she going earl on me
The way that shawty gagging
I'm almost to the top
They wanna
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