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Yea. Pull something out the jar Smoke well with your boy Yea huh huh I still be rolling up that good They buzzin’ dutches in that what I love that green, no I can’t lie Make that weed up close, get high I still be rolling up that good They buzzin’ dutches in that what I love that green, no I can’t lie Make that weed up close, get high Look that get several sweet, that nigga smellin’ for weed We just roll that shit like that shit smokin’ Inhale then before you exhale Oh you wanna feel it in your chest Pull real hard, hold it This is for my hood folk That’s on their block right now with that good coke Throwin’ up that kush smoke ‘Cause we’ve been getting high since we’ve been getting fly It happened like forever, probly be here til I die I’m a rapper, street nigga, capital G nigga Aks ‘bout me next time you out in them streets nigga Letras de cancionesAnd they gon tell you Bo Bay a problem Always keep it a hundred Then bother before startin’ That money gon call ‘em And I’ll be right there waiting on it Getting to it while niggas is still debating on it First you get the money then the power The trees taste sweet but the sour.. You know how we do it I still be rolling up that good They buzzin’ dutches in that what I love that green, no I can’t lie Make that weed up close, get high I still be rolling up that good They buzzin’ dutches in that what I love that green, no I can’t lie Make that weed up close, get high I told Billie take the wheel so I can roll up the fattie Feelin’ like an old man smokin’ on that granddaddy It’s taking all my energy And takin’ all my memories but help me with my metaphors, assimilates Sniffing all my J’s to the roaches Don’t let ‘er distract You know we laugh in fire, nigga we smokers Roll on the table like Lennox Blazin’ up my leisure Get me on the ridder, absolutely getting higher Is you 1-2? I got the chronic, you can bring the buns too I’ve got a few hoes that wanna come through It’s a gangsta party, bring your lungs too And I’mma smoke a pound for my niggas, lie down RIP all of my homies not ‘round Roll another one, tell ‘em pour another round Ridin’ through the city, rich chilly top down You know how we do it I still be rolling up that good They buzzin’ dutches in that what I love that green, no I can’t lie Make that weed up close, get high I still be rolling up that good They buzzin’ dutches in that what I love that green, no I can’t lie Make that weed up close, get high From Letras Mania