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yaswisher sweets no philliesme, im riding clean, smoking good,can barely keep my eyes openlistenin to my favorite song,leanin in my ride chokintell my dawg to hit this weedfeel like im .... pass outthought i had exclusive treesuntil he pulled his bag out..., a half ounce,some shit i never seen in lifesaid that once he bagged it smelled so bad he had to bag it twicei told him roll that shit upthis weed i had to lightthese clowns somewhere in the cloudsme, i'm a satellitei roll them very nicewit smoke comin out the end like a muffler got game from the hustler,never said im gon' quit,i can't get enough of good weed in my lungsplus im sure i aint coughinmy eyes are wired shut,im just starin sayin nothini flick ashes,Songtextegot big statusso i don't need a dime, i got big baggage bitchya i blow it by the zip,anywhere i go it's on the roadon every trip,ask my nini, love her grandson,but she know that ima tripgot my habit from this beachy,smokin roaches, gettin litnow i fill my blunts with so much weed,they say that all ain't gon' fit (ya)on some holly-grown shit (shit),wit a holly-boy-bitch,got the sweetest purple kushin a precisely rolled spliffhot as john in pulp fic, (pulp fic)on the way to see marcellus' girli'm in another world (world)and chevy got another twirl, (twirl)for those who don't know, (what)he got the roll-game, (roll-game)and i ain't gonna lie,he the reason why i got my roll-game (roll-game)feel like i'm soul plane (soul plane)i smoke the whole thing (ya)pound or o-z (o-z)kush fiend, purple master OG(ya that's a little bita kush talk for yall niggas who might not comprehend)and every nigga that grow weed should know me,my leather so soft,my swisher so sweet BITCH(ya, this young khalifa man,mr. blow it by the iddo, yup, and i been state to state man,from here to there,smoke the best of the best, you know?so don't come runnin up on metalkin' bout your good ass weed my nigga,i don't give a fucki got some good shit right here, yawatup chevyall my niggas that smoke goodyou know who you arebobay the hustler,lavish,kavish,watup blaze,reese murray,KU, Wako, watupall my niggas that blow it down man,we be in every state man, heavy wit it,even all my niggas that can't smoke -watup stevie,watup light,ima twist 3 up for you, yawe get dumb-stupid ass high over here man,my niggas smokin garbagei'm rollin me a whole week's worth,in one blunt, you know?and that's just to get a little high,i'm smokin all dayi been, i-o's in portland, oregan, right?and i buy big zips of this shit,you know what i'm sayinlike, i don't be coppin little, low,or none of thatand this bag of weed was purple,like, real purple kush, grapesshoutout to all my niggas in the baythat know about them grapeswe're smokin grapes out there,and it was greati'll be in cali,OG Kush,Master Kush,Purple Kush,Mega Kush, Super SilverThese sound like comic book names, manshit ya'll niggas can't get your hands onI be higher than a bitchI be focused though, you know?Lot of ya'll niggas would go broke tryin to do this shitAy chevy, roll another one up manChevy got that roll-game ya'll niggas don't even know about Kick your whole chest back, like uh, uh, monkey punch, huhuhuhuh, ya) Aus Songtexte Mania