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[Hook: x4] Roll it up, light it up, have a puff, let's take a plane Nothin but gin in my trippy cup, pouring more, I can't get enough Young Khalifa on that hippie stuff, I break it down and it lifts me up So much shining, so much diamonds, all that there comes from so much grindin So much weed up in my lungs, I'm in the air, I'm somewhere flyin In your town I cop me a pound, show me one and I'll roll one All my niggas straight drug addicts cause it takes one for you to know one Bake somethin and never hold none, young niggas with some old lungs Catch me out at your college campus, weed rolled with a cold one Outside with my new car, my Chally parked by my old one Got a couple of rollies dawg, but I'm usually rocking a gold one Catching flight on them private planes, Ferrari doors I close 'em Don't talk a mil, you ain't sold one, don't talk a pound, you ain't smoked one [Hook x4] [Juicy J:] Smokin and sippin while watching hoes strippin Poppin and rollin, I'm chieffin this potent Gun by my side with the pistol and chopper Got from my bitch and she get from her mama Talking like this, I'll be walking like this Sold a few hoes and I bought a new bitch Taylor Gang niggas the number one chieffas Letras de cancionesSmokin on [?] louder than speakers Mix with the hash, dip in the lean, blue dream, I'm a fucking fiend Standing on a [?] getting smoked out with them niggas from supreme Trippy sticks, bong rips, blunt, dip, I'm down to do whatever She wanna fuck her [?] man Juicy J gon' fuck it later For a stronger strand I'm spendin bands, this ain't no reggie When this bout to get us high, ain't nothin you can tell me Xanax bars, beans and syrup, that's my trippy kit I'm like a pimp in the club working your bitch [Hook x4] From Letras Mania