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(feat. Devin the Dude) [Devin The Dude:] I'm Puffin I never get enough in I never cook coke up on the stovetop But I'm stuffin these nuts up in the guts of a slut no doubt But it's trapped inside a rubber Should I flush that hoe out? To use again? Well it depends do I have another one I cuss for fun Too cool to have to buss a gun I don't have to duck and run I could fuck a bum up quick But that's some tenth grade shit And it's all about chillin smilin laughin So you know I'm willin hollin and I'm grabbin At a freak before I leave best believe I'm weeded You rollin that billie jean bitch BEAT IT And you see that we the niggaz who smoke the most Niggaz propose a toast from coast to coast But it don't even matter whose the highest Cause if it ain't dope Their ain't no hope They ain't gone buy it Songtexte[Curren$y:] Yeeeaaa Quarter tank of gas in my seven one double S Quarter bag mostly shake but this ol have to due I guess GPS loaded with the coordinates Of this bitch crib to receive love and nourishment In the form of joints rolled, Drinks pourred Her in nothing but a robe, playin her roll I saw the mack when I was only 11 years old And I swore to never be a simp for a hoe Approach the closed do' It crack open before my eyes Shorty with a doubie of her own I am not surprised Cause I don't kick it on the low With no bitches that don't get high Serve me a to go plate and ask if I want her to drive Cause I got far too much on my mind Industrial size gears I'm caught in a grind At your grandma's house Plastic cover the couch Before I sit down She question me for smellin like a pound Aus Songtexte Mania