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Yeah, it's Young, ya know? Crack that shit down, roll that shit up, light that shit, pass it Nah, fuck that, face this one, yeuh, this for all my true weed smokers Yeeuh, nigga ask me what's wrong with me... [Hook:] I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky) [x3] Purple, purple in my pocket, and my jeans sag low I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky) [x3] Purple, purple in my pocket, and my jeans sag low [Wiz Khalifa:] I said I'm gone, off that pound of dank Ridin' in my ride, so blowed, don't how to think But I'm stayin' high I'm a roll me a nice, long Swisher, filled with light green Oh, I think they like me, let me get a light, B (and then I'm gone) Off that Cali bud, what the fuck you chokin' on? Mr. Bud by the Zone, O's like Omarion And we ain't tuckin' nothin' cousin, what's the hold up? Keep 'em comin' back to back to back, we roll up ('til it's all gone) Get a pound, break it down, I ain't stingy, it's enough to go around And I'm blazin' right now, niggas tellin' me to hold on Letras de cancionesCrank it, twist it, light it, take a pull, and hold on (and then, I'm gone) I gotta have it, gotta have it, that's unheard about Rollin' up another blunt, before I put the first one out My eyes low, have me chiefin' 'til I choke Niggas askin' me what's wrong, Blew some smoke up out my nose, and said I'm gone [Hook:] I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky) [x3] Purple, purple in my pocket, and my jeans sag low I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky) [x3] Purple, purple in my pocket, and my jeans sag low [Wiz Khalifa:] I said I'm gone, off that brownish drank Niggas know how I roll, it look like my eyes closed Hennesey and Hydro, rhyme slow Nigga, I'm on a different type of a vibe This a different type of weed, and I'm a different type a high (my nigga, I'm gone) To a place that you probably never been in life Smokin' Purple Kryptonite, make sure you curl that Swisher right 'Cause I ain't tryna have this home-grown runnin', Homie thinkin' he gon' smoke for free, I duck 'em, roll somethin' (then, I'm gone) In my ride, doin' 80 in a 45 Zone, half a zone Got me blown, I get more than high Fresh off of the plane Head start into my hotel Weedman in every city, yeah I smoke well (even when I'm gone) I ain't the only one, all my niggas puff pounds Swingin' blunts 'round, sun up 'till sun down My eyes low, and my words are getting slow Niggas askin' me what's wrong, I blew some smoke up out my nose, and said I'm gone [Hook:] I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky) [x3] Purple, purple in my pocket, and my jeans sag low I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky) [x3] Purple, purple in my pocket, and my jeans sag low From Letras Mania