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Dry in the street on the creep Smoked my last blunt, made a nigga start to tweak (damn) $crim hit to Chetta tell 'em pull up But I ain't got woods for the rollup $moke dat 'till we pass out You ain't put in no funds get your ass out (pussy) Baby sit, Imma lash out Taking blunts to the head till I cash out (work) I'm a fiend for the weed like a stoner Keep your lines, I just need marijuana Backwoods till I'm in a kush coma Hot box car feel like a sauna I love this money this money But Mary she do something to me I need it I fiend it I want it Feel sober I gut it and roll it (smoke) 100 thou, how I'm living Break 'em off with that llama Codeine up in my kidneys Got that smoke like a sauna You can't play with my money 20 ounce and some mud Bad temper like Sonny and I'm fulla them drugs Up in East Memphis with Hu$tle Bitch I'm outta them slums All them convicts my muscle Eat them pills like they Tums I got that work if you need it I might just rob you and keep it It ain't no secret I'm the one they call Jesus Smoking and driving Smoking and driving got me into trouble a couple of times I remember when I had to piss in a cup for a couple of summers in 2009 Hot boxing feeling like a tropic hot spot Until the fucking 5-0 call the K9 snotting for that fucking pot though I told the cop we didn't smoke weed with fucking seeds So what he mean explain this please? I should have grabbed the fucking weed and peaced Asking me to rat Bitch I'll take my chances in court Do my time and pay the fees
Writer(s): John Crawford, Aristos Petrou, Scott Arcenaux Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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