Muddy Blunts
$uicideboy$, Pouya
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Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about to shout Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about to shout Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about to shout Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about to shout, shout Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about to shout Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about to shout Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about to shout Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about to shout Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about to shout Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about to shout Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about to shout Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about to shout If smoking weed gets you high Then why not go down on a bitch when she's rollin' the pine? Push me into the pussy Not now, got a blunt to light I might wanna f*ck when the blunt is done Pumpin' the cunt, and I won't jump the gun Roll the whole O, hoe, then blow me slowly Gotta go when you done Grip as I double the cup, sip a puddle of mud Got one pint in my blood Twelve O’s got me real fucked up Eyes roll back, I spill my drugs Homies roll me up, then smoke me in the blunt Bitch, I am nothing just ash in the cup Hard to lay back in this grave that I dug Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about to shout Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about to shout Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about to shout Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about to shout I just fucked your bitch in some Nike flip flops Whipped the dope so hard until my fuckin' wrist locked I just got a bundle of the heron out the east Break it down and cut it, now I gotta quarter ki' Smokin' indo dope No, you can’t hit this, hoe Cocaine chopping snow I got that drip goin' down my throat Always justify to get my urges satisfied So let me clarify Now, now, now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about to shout Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about to shout Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about to shout Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about to shout, shout Yuh, well this is $outh $ide $uicide Buffet Boys, we worldwide Global 'till the day I die I love to see my bitches cry It gets me off Baby girl, you getting lost in the sauce I don’t talk to nobody, I don’t got a boss You saying you gon' shoot me You don’t got the balls Or the guts to bust me in the temple Why these rappers so sentimental Wake up in the morning like what was I meant fo' All of these hoes be trifling All of them hoes is nymphos They can f*ck but don't give 'em my info, no Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about to shout Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about to shout Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about to shout Now I’m high, really high, mane, I’m about to shout, shout
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Written by: Scott Arceneaux Jr, Aristos Petrou, Kevin Pouya
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