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the rig
Fruity pebbles and some High C distillate
Layer Cake the fattest blunt you ever seen
Sour Punch and LA Con, add some Hash to light it up
Sugar Wax

à Pogba) analyse mon élocution
Je touche tes seins et les allocations
Découper des prod' c'est ma vocation
J'ai besoin de fumer paye ta collation
(collation)

the best way to do it is to sell some hash

i can make a raise in loadsa ways
i'll lay you on with a ounce cause i know u'z can payz
fcukin monged out in

Wasted

Twiztid

A New Nightmare

there
Tripped my nuts off, landed in some chick's derriere
Me and my hash rig make a scary pair
Stabbin' globs on the skillet got these fairies scared

Calibré

Gradur

L' Homme Au Bob

2015

allocations
J'les entend parler d'nous, ouais comme des pétasses rien qu'ils bavardent
Obligé d'speaker pour montrer aux go qu'ils ont des bragas
Ils

Frozen path
Un and Hash
Taste the mota
I synthesize the photo
Speed the half pitch back
Quazimoto
Watch the odor
I get my cash straight
He and Hash Break

they askin', what is a bucket
Shootin my shots from the 33
Don't stop the clappin', f**k it I love it
Glimpse when you're reaching my pedigree
Treats for

we put some hash on you bitches (p-p-puh)
We ain't sleepin' overhill (ah-ah), slap dein Dance off that bitch (slap)
Maggi Sauce, cook it, Mama, cook

Bunkerplatz

Maxwell

Obststand 2

2019

Limetten (Früchte)
Wir müssen uns verstecken vor den Kripos hinter Hecken (tschüss)
Chicken over Macca's, gib mir Hühnchen im Bucket (hah)
Digga, Maxwell,

back go back

Back to the pavement back to the alley back
To the scum and the slang speaking
Rally back to the buckets back to the
Cream back to the boy

Teet

Melvins

Houdini

1993

hash pump a gonna led. 
© 1993 WB Music Corp./Green Lantern Music/Prison Bride Music (ASCAP) 

NIGHT GOAT: 
She was my way da bed and i could run my

Sasquatch

Ice Cube

Sasquatch

A nigga ain't buyin' what you selling, always open; 7/11
When I blow niggas know here come tsunami
You got a bucket list, my list is Bugatti
You that

what
I dream to ride
Put ducks in a bucket of grease to
Fry, ready for war, only we survive
Lost soul roaming with Caesar's pride
I wrote this verse in

shape
I spent 4K for my drapes
I'm sellin' hash and concentrate
I'm tapped in in Mendocino
Twistin' up watchin' Casino
Right now the month July, but

A nigga ain't buyin' what you selling, always open; 7/11
When I blow niggas know here come tsunami
You got a bucket list, my list is Bugatti
You that

mad
Had to grind up breakin down hash
In my bucket I'm throwing up buckets man fuck it ain't lucky I'm Dunkin it's all cash
Bitch it's costin me nothing

nigga simple mathematics
I get it in from a bucket to a Benz
Jump back in tha bucket tha gang suckered me in
A couple guns under the mattress a couple

a fry

I avoid sunlight, Chuckie
And buckets without fuzzy dice
Money pit's, and sucker shit
And run-ins with the blood of Christ
Unabashed do nothings

visions from the sky
We heaven sent, cyber motherfuckers for president
Your wack ass music little nigga irrelevant

Hash oil and joints, my ball pen

Dirty Sanchez, and I got dirty presidents
Tell your bitch that we at
The back door kicking it
Mix the light of hash with the spliff in it
My lungs

The Bad Touch

Bloodhound Gang

Hooray for Boobies

2000

enough of two-hand touch
You want it rough, you're out of bounds
I want you smothered, want you covered
Like my Waffle House hash browns
Comin' quicker

enough of two-hand touch
You want it rough, you're out of bounds
I want you smothered, want you covered
Like my Waffle House hash browns
Comin' quicker

c'est la vie
Woo-woo, c'est la vie
Woo-woo, c'est la vie

Bubble bath and a bucket of cash
When your bitch said "Gravy, put it in my ass"
Lets run

and take his badge
Put the molly in the bucket, over oho
Far East Movement, got my chucks on
(Pound it, pound it) (Let me hit, let me hit it, yo) (Pound it,