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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J. Miles
J. Miles
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Beast Inside
Beast Inside
Producer

Letra

Alright, let's go It's a smoke sesh So let's get to smoking Playing music, Rolling Loud Crack a couple Ronas Grab the forties and the MD 2020's And we'll post up on the couch And put on something funny Grab the swisher, grab the bong, grab the pipe Roll it right If your gonna load it light pass it right Right to me, Mr. Green, Mr. I love tree Big bats, been smoking big leagues You've been smoking pee wee HBO go, East Bound and Down Every episode we smoke like 12 rounds Every single day smoke like a half an ounce By the end of the summer smoke a whole pound Smoking up with the homies go to 6 flags Parking lot box know we gone get that Somebody brought a bottle And some zig zags So numb on the rides no whiplash Sparking up on the rides Like the 4th of July Then we're smoking in the lines But we gotta keep it quiet Cuz we're near magic mountain And the hills have eyes Cuz we're near magic mountain And the hills have At the end of the day throw a kickback Beer pong by the fire sipping Cognac Got my girl by my side where the ladies at Working so hard all week that's an 80 rack Roll up smoke up Roll it up light it up smoke it up Roll up smoke up Grab the women grab the weed hit the club Roll it up smoke it up let's get it in Posted up rolling woods with a couple friends If we let you roll the wood don't roll it thin Better roll that shit fucking fat like a rolling pin Get the sticks and get to splitting Willie Wonka golden ticket Lay it out get the kief Get the resin get to filling Like an envelope and lick it Us the lighter just to kiss it Spark it up get the Ronas Get the lime and then we'll kick it Keep it up Keep it rolling keep it smoking Grab the bong we can load it God dammit Kayne broke it Grab the pipe we can toke it Grab the grinder we can load it Pass it round and reload it Pass it round and reload it Bring the girls over we can smoke em up Man it's really okay they don't smoke much Then we rolling eight deep feeling robust Passing two blunts with the crew Call that double Dutch I be smoking I be dealing at the same time Where you from Different price for the rich dimes Keep my shit locked down no grapevines Can't let a snitch catch me up imma get mines I be riding with the homies in the new whip AMG 60k from the dealership Living life Gotta hustle like Diddy said Lesson learned Know it's all about the Benjamins Roll up smoke up Roll it up light it up smoke it up Roll up smoke up Grab the women grab the weed hit the club Roll up smoke up Roll it up light it up smoke it up Roll up smoke up Grab the women grab the weed hit the club
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