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[talking:] C.M.G., smoke some'ing Hydro, getting money like it grow on trees [Lil' C:] Now I ain't never been in love, like this with a bitch Cause everytime I try to leave her, I like to spliff And I'm back, like it was my first time ever My first high ever, everytime I hit her I get on another level, now I'm zoning In my own world, E.T. phone home'ing She fuck with other niggaz, so I say she do my wrong I love it when she be around, hate when she be gone now What did I do, to deserve this hoe I been looking for you, calling everybody I know A.G. say he seen you, with a nigga at the sto' Ke said you left his spot, bout a hour ago Now I'm thinking to myself, man this some bullshit When I get my hands on ya, I'ma break you down bitch And show you how to roll, and teach you how to hide Girl you the reason, I put stash spots in the ride [Hook:] Hyyyyydro, no sticks no seeds good weed Hyyyyydro, that's all I know that's all I need is that Hyyyyydro, blueberry or that purple shit nigga Letras de cancionesHyyyyydro, quit playing nigga light that shit [A.G.:] Yeah Mr. Gates layed back, not the first to flip But I'm the first with a zip, of that fluffy shit But I ain't talking bout that powder, you put in your nose I'm talking bout, that incredible krypto smoke I guess it's why I got incredible, krypto flow And it's even worse when I'm rolling, with my sicko bro That's Lil' C, and he told me he love that Afghan And fuck customs, if we see fo' passing Yeah, I gotta keep my sticky with me Like I keep, my semi near me Hear me, so go on roll up another one And fuck a dutch, cause a cigarillo get it done Now I don't know, what kinda weed y'all smoking Check my sack it's lime green, like the A's from Oakland So quit joking, and smoking that stress I don't know about you, who smoking the best and that's that [Hook] [Lil' Keke:] I smoke dro, that shit that they grow below And it cost a nice grip, for a ounce or mo' Smoking on some good shit, it'll punish your throat Gotta take off your jacket, 'fore it get in your coat I puff pots and broccoli, no seeds and sloppy Leaning to the side, in my white Gilloppi Broke boys carbon copy, play high I stay high, roll my dro and puff ly Twisting up master kush, and blueberry buzz Light fire, taste the love These boys on rich nigga drugs, Crips and Bloods Thugs with cheap prices, gallons jugs Smoking on regular, smoking on the cegular The grass we chief man, it's ten steps ahead of ya Hydro, it's the only way And I'll be rolling sweet tooth, when I'm old and grey [Hook] From Letras Mania