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Derek Douglas Nielson
Derek Douglas Nielson
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JEFFERY DALTYN EMRICH
JEFFERY DALTYN EMRICH
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Reyes Lambaren Cimina
Reyes Lambaren Cimina
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Jacob Gaultney
Jacob Gaultney
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JEFFERY DALTYN EMRICH
JEFFERY DALTYN EMRICH
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With the gang everyday Smoking sticky icky Pounds of haze Blow it down in a different city Big ass small waist With some big titties Got her backstage Blowing smoking smoke rings Out her kitty Now you can Catch me in a session Chest full of resin Lit up like I'm Edison Obsessed with my medicine All about the Benjamin's Higher than a pelican Rolling up some gas With a sexy little Mexican Cruising through the city With a blunt lit Khaki dickies sagging Tall socks with the brand new kicks Motorcross jersey with my name on it I'm coming up in the game Ya you can hate on it Rolling with the top down But we keep the windows up Smoke clouds above me When I pull up Every night I dream about my x girl I think I miss her But she didn't support my vision So I had to ditch her Cut out everybody from my past life Now everybody around me mad tight My circle so small we don't even take shape My team stay working We don't take breaks, we take flights With the gang everyday Smoking sticky icky Pounds of haze Blow it down in a different city Big ass small waist With some big titties Got her backstage Blowing smoking smoke rings Out her kitty With the gang everyday Smoking sticky icky Pounds of haze Blow it down in a different city Big ass small waist With some big titties Got her backstage Blowing smoking smoke rings Out her kitty Bitch I'm flyer than a falcon or Falkor And they said they breakin bread But I doubt whores Ion care if the car broke Man she better found horse Say she smoke Gotter of course We seen many bags And I'm smashin on tour But I need a cash cow And she say she a Taurus I ain't from around here Bitch Imma tourist They askin what we drinkin And I'm guessin it's Coors, ey Might get bent on the Remy And we the hottest in the city It ain't on me It's in me Sloppy drunk And I'm full of some Henny Shady mackin on ladies Now he gettin it in And we dog a Mercedes But she bought em a Bim It's up and it's stuck We outside but it's in I keep the flame lit Get dough imma send You dumb bitch With the gang everyday Smoking sticky icky Pounds of haze Blow it down in a different city Big ass small waist With some big titties Got her backstage Blowing smoking smoke rings Out her kitty With the gang everyday Smoking sticky icky Pounds of haze Blow it down in a different city Big ass small waist With some big titties Got her backstage Blowing smoking smoke rings Out her kitty With the gang everyday Smoking Sticky Icky I'm on my bullshit like Juicy J Let's get trippy Different strains, different names Different cities I was just in Oregon Smoking weed with hippies And coast to coast They know my name With no major label backing me But I still do my thang They call me SJ And I only burn loud boy Coming from the land Of the canyon and cowboys And I ain't never been too bougie Suburban Whiteboy I drink my beer with a cousy Im not fancy, I'm cool with a movie Chilling at home, eating pizza, no sushi No sushi And I just let my money stack Used to put my money in a bag And watch it come back But now I get checks Legally, no risks TFE bitch With the gang everyday Smoking sticky icky Pounds of haze Blow it down in a different city Big ass small waist With some big titties Got her backstage Blowing smoking smoke rings Out her kitty With the gang everyday Smoking sticky icky Pounds of haze Blow it down in a different city Big ass small waist With some big titties Got her backstage Blowing smoking smoke rings Out her kitty
Writer(s): Jeffery Emrich Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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