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Onoe Caponoe - Disappearing Jakob (OFFICAL VIDEO) (Prod. Chemo)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Onoe Caponoe
Onoe Caponoe
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Webb
David Webb
Composer

Lirik

I wanna smoke with you (uh, uh, uh) I wanna smoke with you I wanna smoke with you (uh, uh, uh) Yeah, light that shit Rolling, smoking, potent, trolling (trolling) Coasting, ocean, toking, potion I'm rolling, I'm smoking, shit's potent, controlling Stay coasting, ocean, great token, my potion, success I got that shit, that little clip One, six, nine, flick, that drum nick tip Wake up, sun beaming through my window pane while I scrape up Money off my floor to get a dro, then a street car Skating down the road I feel my phone ringing, it's Jakob Jakob was distraught about to link him by the main car Yo, yo, yo, cap man, yeah, yeah, yeah, I was gonna say fucking Ah, fuck, shit, shit, fuck, man Must have been a rock or something Crashed my shit and smashed my phone Didn't know what Jakob was about to say but fuck it Cruising on some fuck shit, kinda limping from the slug hit Made it to the spot to cop the pot like how we does it Got off my board, was waiting for what seemed Like fucking hours (the fuck is going on, man?) Jakob never showed up Didn't have my phone to call Sitting feeling like a fool Jakob what the fuck? Hoping I'm still waiting for my weed Some say that he went to jail Others say he ran away with money from his brother Del Though sometimes I wonder sit and thinking, "Jakob, fucking hell!" Weed can't be found Still I'm rolling (still rolling) Dipping around Fuck that shit I need some dro I'll find a link And cop an o (yeah) Straight, dealer, fuck man I wanna smoke with you (uh, uh, uh) I wanna smoke with you (yeah, yeah, yeah) I wanna smoke with you (light it up, light it up) I wanna smoke with you (light it up, light it up) Fuck that shit Weed can't be found Still I'm rolling Dipping around (Fuck) fuck that shit (yeah) I need some dro I'll find a link And cop an o Anyway, I went home and my mom was like Hey, Germaine ya blodclat bwoy Why affi skate around the road on ya likkle skateboard Lookin' for ya ganja You know seh mi have two blodclat bugger out pon mi bed side table ya know Go and tek a likkle zoot inna ras Ah, thanks mom, you're the best
Writer(s): David Leslie George Webb, Jermain Fabian Kalib Champman-clarke Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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