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I blow it by the O. Yea bitch. Cudi wassup nigga? We should smoke after this. Real shit Uh, quality weeds in it, They tell me you don't get to die twice, so the high life, we livin', Throw parties wit bad bitches, the cribs so foggy its hard to see in it, Got girls that wanna go places, scared to show up wit me, They say I'm bad for they image, Oh well, I roll up another L, You thinkin' you got the bomb, a real smoker can tell, Only drink Gin when I fucks wit the liquor, And only smoke joints, I don't fuck wit the swisher, Stayed the night once, now she done smokin' swishers, And I ain't passin' shit, I don't fuck wit you niggas Cuz, I'm smokin' by my lonely, Everyone else tired, high, I'm rollin' up watchin' Family Guy, Finna call Spitta, He the only nigga that can smoke how I smoke, Known as Mister blow it by the O... [Lady Gaga sings] I never hold it Puff, puff, pass And keep the roach if you smoke it last Letras de cancionesA nigga loaded, lookin for another (drink?) but I already rolled it Chop show me that And nigga my credit good in every neighborhood Loan me dat You probably be where the lames and them phonies at Poor thing, I'm used to rollin up and smoking the whole thing Them otha niggas claim and sayin that they get high and leave it wit all kinds of seeds Probably why you hit it and get the smoker face This ain't loud, this a noise complaint Smoke like I got a point to make That's why everytime you see me got a joint to bake Tell me dog bring his own in case you need a reminder, mister blow it by the O-O-O-O-o, o, o, ooooo yeah bitch From Letras Mania