Lyrics:
Deutscher-Rap ist für mich Spielzeug (Spielzeug)
Wir ficken Mütter, wenn der Beat läuft (Beat läuft)
Traditionell so wie ein Peace-Joint (Peace-Joint)
Der
Tu es mon héroïne, mon crack, ma coke
Ma dose de cocaïne, mon taz, ma dope
Tu es le joint que j'allume et qui me fais planer
Tu es le genre de
roule un joint il suffira d'un rien
Tu me feras l'amour et à manger quand j'aurais faim
J'en ai connu des nanas avec un profil douteux
Je jouais du
joint
La vie c'est dure, demain c'est loin
Sers moi la main, m'fais pas de câlin
J'pensais t'étais vrai, tu vaux rien
Ma solitude dans un gros joint
Chaud
Chaud
J'fume un joint matinal
J'suis un peu marginal
Té-ma la paire ti mal
Il faut des fafs, du cardio, tu sais qu'on a fait tant de mal
light een joint voor m'n nigga's dead and gone
En ik light een joint
Gooi wat Henny op de grond voor m'n nigga's
Gooi wat Henny op de grond voor m'n
Disneyland
J'roule encore un joint d'beuh (beuh)
Tous les soirs, j'suis khapta ('ta)
J'roule encore un joint d'beuh (beuh)
J'm'enfume comme un rasta
and Andretti in these joints
These motherfuckin' joints is like
We smokin' like three hundred dollar joints basically at this point
I don't know if you ever
What!
Yea
Worried bout a hater? Not me
Turned to the max, no sleep
Smoked a hundred joints to the face give a fuck what a bitch nigga say
E'rything
silvered
Trickin' dumb ol' Cousin Willard
Into thinkin' that he's got her this time
Hill country holky tonkin' Rita Ballou
Every beer joint in town has
about the party at the spot jam rock
It was guaranteed on but I said "son, chill"
There's a joint around the way that's supposed to be real
Word
He
it's for the ghetto (yeah)
It's for the ghetto (uh) man it's for the ghetto (yeah)
Leanin' dipped in rocks, pump the joint on the block
Behind
joint my joints so you know that I feel your pain
I used to see you every day, now it hurt, I don't see your face
If you was coach, I made the plays, we
Yo light one, ignite one, enjoy me like the buddha
You say I'm the joint, but you can call me hooda
Computer, wizard, the butcher of scissors
Cut
Yo light one, ignite one, enjoy me like the buddha
You say I'm the joint, but you can call me hooda
Computer, wizard, the butcher of scissors
Cut
hit the brain and the man thought he came
It was joint, after joint, after joint, after joint
In one month your fuckin' brain was destroyed
Now you
self
Get down
Rock this joint nigga
Rock this joint nigga
Rock this joint nigga
In an old school way
Rock this joint nigga
Rock this joint
Early night jumping out the Porsche
Joint rich hoodie and sweats, smoking as good as it gets
Life of the party, know I get it started
I take a shot
I told you.
Kick the old-school joints,
For the true funk soldiers.
Musicology!
Wish I had a dollar,
For every time you say,
"Don't you miss
me that this shit won't last
I say oh oh (oh oh) think twice (think twice)
'Cause if you roll the joint for me, then it better be right, better be
on: Olde, Gold, P.M., and Ides
I dip the joint into the brew so I can get high
And well, ya know what they say
I need a swig a day with ?
Down with
the air (in the air)
Roll a joint, put your hands in the air (in the air)
You don't gotta call your girls they right here
You've been workin' out, so
Riding and smoking
Lotta Kush joints in my ashtray
Missed calls, I'm ignoring it
Now anything we want, we can afford it
Damn i ain't even trynna'
Be
like a joint & a lighter
You get me so, inspired
I think I’m falling for you
Girl and I like it
Roll one (roll one) smoke one (smoke one)
I won’t tell
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