Lyrics:
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That's what it's made for
Ain't that what you stayed for? -Chorus-
Who's that dippin' in the Cadillac?
Snoop Dogg
Smoke till your eyes get cataracts
Ride"
He ain't never up that blick
Nigga you fucking virgin
I was in da paint, shooting shit just like I'm Kyrie Irving
Cross your man's
Now he just might
powerball
I'm finna' burn it all
wild'n out in the halls
Wake n bakin is my protocol
Girl yo ball control is on kyrie Irving
I'm swervin'
Y'all servin'
Level 3
Yours counted by the years
Our level wit centuries
Bloody wings , after kill , flee the scene
Lucifer up in this B! yeah, how a little lake
Who's that dippin' in the Cadillac?
(Snoop Dogg)
Smoke till your eyes get cataracts
(Snoop Dogg)
Who got a girl layin' on her back?
(Snoop Dogg)
you would chime in.
I'd give it all to get you right back.
cnd your heart is where my mind is.
I wish we had some time left.
I wish that we could
shit on my own
It can get bad my bro got a semi he just might aim at your dome
Balling like mike this 23 in my pocket
Pistol gon talk and my chopper gon
hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better close your eyes
You'd better bow your head
Wait for the ricochet
Ooh, ooh,
smoke weed for the rest of my life see I'm in love with Mary Jane I'm
Gonna make her my wife
Sometimes I want to get high travel up away
fucked up, grabbing the ice
Fillin' the cup up
Sipping till your eyes get low
Then you slumped up then you jumped up
Millz, roll another dutch up
Ladies
Who's that dippin' in the Cadillac?
(Snoop Dogg)
Smoke till your eyes get cataracts
(Snoop Dogg)
Who got a girl layin' on her back?
(Snoop Dogg)
with the scheming
This shit ain't for nothing n****s do it for a reason
Yeah it's Easz no surprise
See the devil in me with the red eyes
I really
contemplate our fates later, got ganja to smoke
I'm on the same shit, I've been the same way
Locked in my cave, writing stories like my namesake
But now
ready to stomp
Play these hoes like trump
get one pass one
Disrespect poke these niggaz in the eye
Wit a blunt big boy we got them D- drugs
Ain't
Yeah, roll up in the spot with the crew
Sparking up, You don't want no smoke
We the highest in the room
Get out the way lil bitch
Don't go scuffing
tell by my lips
I smoke 'dro in the booth you can tell by my hits
I loves to get high like I'm touching the sky
Multiply with this weed you can look in
Eyes obscured, by those bangs
Sun is shielded, by your shades
Kick it on the corner
Leather coat and safety pins
You got some Berlin news
And you
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't spend all your time trying to get high nigga
You need git
something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't spend all your time trying to get high
You need git
the wheel and so I close my eyes
A couple hours later
I'm in the ER
My visions getting blurry so I can't see far
I'm feeling super nauseous
I'm filling up
get high
Wit my nigga B
Cash stay lit
Seven days a week
Seven grams of the OG in a sweet
Stay away from a nigga
If your shits weak
Love blowing
for my tryptamines
Eye be so high off the weed weed, one word, get a bitch freaky (Strip tease)
Smoke and then fucking that's GP
Caught up in my Scorpio
faded see kush in my eyes
Lace it with hash it's a litty surprise
I need a freak tat my name on her thighs
Came out the struggle we barley get by
Get out
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
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