Lyrics:
Johnny's got a grip on a blissful life,
He sucks on the smoke from the dope in his pipe.
Wrapped around his fingers, a noose is loosing slack,
don't got it so she get it
Heading to the parking lot
Fingers up all in her mouth
She know what it is for skirt girl I'm laying out
Damn baby you a Joint
fingers do all the work. You guys can see what I’m doing a little bit better with my hands. Pa was rolling a joint as I was rolling that joint and there we
fingers do all the work. You guys can see what I’m doing a little bit better with my hands. Pa was rolling a joint as I was rolling that joint and there we
fingers do all the work. You guys can see what I’m doing a little bit better with my hands. Pa was rolling a joint as I was rolling that joint and there we
they need sacrifice not one thing
Cept them fingers be plugging
While the ice caps be melting
Nobody gon do nothing
We primed for the function
The ice
brake your fingers
See who's hot
What's going on
My mother told me
I'm gone
She really thinks that
And she ain't wrong
Madness as I depicted
Cuz nobody
like nobody else
There is gas within the fluid of our joints
There's no stoppin'
And if you take your hand and bend your fingers like this
They be
Nie wieder Ganja
Nie wieder Ganja
Nie wieder Ganja
Nie wieder Ganja
Das hier war mein letzter Joint
Ab jetzt nehm ich die Finger weg vom Zeug
Ja das
Timeless so don't count me out
Eradicate my cotton mouth
Put the pussy on my mouth
You gone get some fingers you Gone get some tongue
Same time like
Can you feel a little love?
As your bony fingers close around me
Long and spindly
Death becomes me
Heaven, can you see what I see?
Hey
As your bony fingers close around me
Long and spindly
Death becomes me
Heaven, can you see what I see?
Hey you pale and sickly child
Can you feel a little love?
As your bony fingers close around me
Long and spindly
Death becomes me
Heaven, can you see what I see?
Hey
joints full of diesel, look like fingers of Shaq
Call me Lil' Saran in this game, cuz it's a wrap (Ooh)
and try to surf on my wave this shit is tidal
Check your points, Passed the checkered line at the checkpoint,
By the time I face a joint my point guards
the G's
Plunder Brothers here get down on your knees
Hands up
Everybody freeze
Hit up your joint withdraw the green
Timing impeccable
Getaway clean
Plunder
to pass the test
To slam fingers in and then out on your own personal message can
Skype is so exciting and virtual when two tight women ignite
In
I got whole lotta weed we gon smoke and drink tea
Grasses in the cup and all the joints are on me
Say you wanna hang with us boutta get another
but that's just for a meet and greet
Cuz when I arrive the joints gonna blow
Throw your middle finger like you don't give a what
Cross it with a ring
Frisky fingers
She's got frisky fingers
Her son, he knew since he was one
Mama's gonna feed him and getter done
With her frisky fingers
You can't
Fuckin' Buddha comin' at'cha live
Direct with the biggest, fattest joint
Comin' in with indo flavors
Fuckin' Buddha comin' at'cha like this
'95
Ay, Look
You a bad lil joint mami
So that mean you probably out here ah
Adding up dem decimals
Stacking up dem commas
Handling dat Bizzness
Bad lil
Ay, Look
You a bad lil joint mami
So that mean you probably out here ah
Adding up dem decimals
Stacking up dem commas
Handling dat Bizzness
Bad lil
Ab jetzt ist Sama für euch Headline
Auf meinem Finger Dollar-Cash Sign
Wie kann man nur so fresh sein?
Ready to rumble, kämpfe im Jungle
In der
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