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Aye, roll some up for Gino
The way to el padrino through all the fog and weed smoke
In the middle of a state in two ways I'm awoke
All this nothing

Stacked on greens, like I'm smoking hella weed
Bad bitches get charged, but I'm more of a felony
Three Mjs' came to fame
Jackson, Jordan, Mary J
Ballin'

We baggin bills growing fro dough I get with my people
In the Lord I'm the ring, knock you out what we do
I'm not a token J. R. just right by my single

Ugh you're so damn fine
From the moment that I seen you
When you were walking by
I knew I had to make you mine
And I could not deny
Call me crazy but

to NH
VT to VA
Get high everyday
Aye Aye check it
Yo I'm fly smoking that Thai weed
Red eyes never hide with Visine
Best choices ever made were follow my

wanna smoke weed

J R smith type shit Got Any strain youll ever need
Baduizm catch me tryna climb the fuckin appletree

Got cha blue lipstick
That thick

You the only one I want (ohhh)

Yeah I was everything that you wanted
But you fucked up, getting fucked up every morning, yeah
Smoking weed and spending

knees, like
"Please, Lord! Jesus!"
On this team I'm Dr. J
Wit Scott Phree, Khalib, and HOLIDAY!

Wild Cowboy
New spaghetti Western wit Phree
And vodka

can’t be made up
They a quickly take your
Kindness for a weakness
They gon always tell you they
Can find it cheaper
When you deal with J's, gotta be

to E
I f on that bitch no respect ima G
I'm Hercules like the song made by me
I never had a f thing I'm stepping
Y'all J walking call police
I am a king

own
Party by myself and I'm loving every song
I been looking for you my whole life
Party dance with you the whole night
All that ass and don't know

Niggas want my sauce, they want my flavor
I must be a god by the way that they praise me
Part of the squad, and that's why you hatin
You been a fraud, you

The realest motherfucker out the 512
Come around Boldface, best not act a fuckin' fool
Mess around and get your brain splattered by the fuckin' tool

on David Ruffin[01:04.74]In the end discussion, bitch can't tell me nothin[01:07.71]Ain't know hoe I need you, make her roll my weed[01:11.04]Grab her by her

pussy flamed up like a lighter[00:22.13]And I'm mixin' codeine with the top shelf weed, but fuck it I'm tryin' to get higher[00:25.26]And these unreleased

I press play on Ghostface 
J Cole and drake, trippie DaBaby and tame,
all the to the weed place, 
I just wanna be faced,
Listening to Blueface,
Tryna

can't always laugh
I can see us riding out into the sunset Good conversation just me and shorty
Roll the weed where the blunt's at No AC floating with

spot
Wait lemme take off ur top
U know I like ur head head
U run it well like a head girl

Imma put u to bed
Know u remember J Holiday 
We can do it

past lies
How many years gotta go by till
You realize that time flies
These days I'm looking at life
It got me wide eyed
I do beg your pardon
Ladies

relics
My ghostwriter stay in heaven
I inhale weed smell people think I'm selling
I could get the plug the message
I'm like the spark the connection
On who

J.R. Smith hit when he held that shot from LeBron James
That was twenty eighteen think back on all the bs that happened that year huh
Who's next oh pass

to play so I told the hoe 


Money come first 
Then come hoes 
Sometimes I don't live by code 
I'm blow my whole sack bitch tho 
N get whole sack from bitch

to the Playaz Club
()
Let it Snow versorge mit Drug's deine Neighborhood
Sie sagen bang die Cop's doch gleichen vom cussehen 
J Pop Slut's Hurensohn Leck das Blut

J A M S, Smoothest out the midwest 

Flight to Chicago when I gotta get right 
Tequila resposado I'm on that all night 
Like aye 
Lemme get right