Lyrics:
And eat each other next
I'm so blessed, I'll enjoy the show
Weed smoke, camera open on my iPhone
She get freaky before the bed
She getting freaky before
You might have to
Smoke & Drink
Smoke & Drink
Smoke & Drink
Smoke to this
She smoking dranking no debating
Get up in the blunt rotation
Weed is
get high, high, high, Lets get high, high, high
I heard they looking for me
Shit well they know where they can find me
VIP surrounded by model broads
that'll make the grass grow
And get a project nigga paid up the asshole (uh)
If I'ma risk a frisk, gettin' my wrists wrapped up in steel
I'm out here
high I keep a Hi-Tek like the producer
Pap ripped the Desi, till that clip is empty
Man I'll have black buried in the cemetary
Go 'head get your
a case concerned with race
Confirmed by the state I spurn, thus
I raise my freak flag high in every area
The kind that take you to the cemetery, bury ya'
On yo' block you prolly bred a Fat Pat or 2Pac
Or Big Pun, or B.I., ya homeboys from knee, high
And even when it was storming outside, that nigga'd be by
that mother fucker posin'
Just tryna get poles in
Better get you some motion
Fuck wimme
Just blew by the jakes blowin smoke to the ceiling
Put a kit
nigga
It's best y'all wrap it up, I'm back
Y'all get to acting up, it's that
We Get to patching up like when Doc say you done and Pat his back
The only
It's that nigga that you love to hate
Deep in the north
Is where I stay, the one notorious Juicy J
I fold ya dogs an chop you away
And get real high
floating) I get so high, fuck around and never come down
I get so high, I get so high
(And I be floating) I get so high, fuck around and never come down
I
Yeah it's young Khalifa Man
Mr. Spacely
Everyone call me man
Taylor Gang or die
And this project is brought to you by
Champagne
And paper planes too
Is this thin' on? Word
So what we get drunk?
So what we smoke weed?
We're just havin' fun
We don't care who sees
So what we go out? (shit, ayy
they all want to stare
Stuck in my cage but shit just unlocked
No more getting searched by the cops
We was out on the dock after midnight
High off some
a gritty fiend for,
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
violent
And I don't need no new friends
I'm not tryna get high with you
And don't need no few sips
I don't want no ass from you
So stop sending them DMs
If
And I don't need no new friends
I'm not tryna get high with you
And don't need no few sips
I don't want no ass from you
So stop sending them DMs
If you
I hope y'all can hear me
Fake are real
And y'all not gone kill me
I am not non violent
And I don't need no new friends
I'm not tryna get high with you
Written by DeAngelo Samuel
Lets some this weed yeah
Lets some this weed yeah
Lets smoke this weed yeah
Lets smoke this weed yeah
Get high as ya
the race from the boys, I can't catch a case
Going hard on the gas, I forgot the brakes
Ain't no skippers if he smoke, bitch, we roll the eighth
High
get high
Chilling with my boys on the coast living slow man
We just tryna get high
Please
Just let me smoke my weed
Just let me smoke my
Chilling by
Momma said boy you smell like weed, Get yo ass up and go get a degree
You wasting your life, It's gone past you by
I just wanna smoke a little weed,
High-tech, street intellect, all digital
Project original, sheisty individual
New York's bravest, always supply you with the latest
We hall of famers,
the red and blue
But me I'd rather get the greenery
Smoke out the whole muthafucking sceanery
[Hook: x 2]
[Verse Two: Goldie Loc]
Why must I, be
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