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DJ Swish Swish on the beat so you know this shit pumping Bitch I’m a boss west side representing blowing up On the best two grams in this swisher only bad Bitches fall depp in the coop my shit on lose smokin Them trees like snoop blowing blowing blowing Blowing blowing blowing two fattys got and I’m Going going going going and I’m all work turnt up Living how I wanna blowing on that roll of California Marijuana hoe I’m so shaded turnt up my team Just to show you that we made it bitches will kill For these trees that we tasted smoke up and Chill was some of the time that we wasted yea How the hell we still gettin money don’t mind The smell that’s the kill coming for you and That’s the reason why I’m switching four lanes And i’m top down screaming down We earn everything we rollin and blowin Smokin on the finest you don’t know them We just rollin stoning smoking too much Till my eyes barely opened we just rollin Rollin rollin rollin rollin rollin rollin rollin rollin We just smokin and chillin mother fucker About to make a kill Letras de cancionesI’m leaning low but I’m still smoking paper Me and Debbie chop it chop it get a paper My chunky got 31 flavors and you niggas Use to ball like the lakers look I flip the Pack and get it out of here sippin on that Red and yellow like the colour lit if a nigga Disrespect make them disappear put the Beam on his back hit him in the head But it’s funny how you thought I was playing Nigga you is the best call it what you want Nigga switch team for all my rida niggas Switch team never fuck with a rida nigga And I’m from Roden I’m from Roden Trying to be a stunner you a stoner Stoner come get your bitch cause she ugly Number one she say she want to ride the Dick like a roller coaster So we rollin and blowin Smokin on the finest you don’t know them We just rollin stoning smoking too much Till my eyes barely opened we just rollin Rollin rollin rollin rollin rollin rollin rollin rollin We just smokin and chillin mother fucker About to make a kill Catch me at the shop baddest bitch you ever Saw 3 row of blow and we about to blow them Out flexing with no flow bad bitches no joke Turning up slow while we waving middle finger Blowing blowing blowing blowing blowing and We still rollin rollin rollin rollin I smoke like a Pope cause I get it for the low and I’m about To roll it up got a kush in the high and I stay As high as I want to like that couple pounds Got me feeling like a treat it’s like that and You know it’s just like that when I say blow it Back 320 from me like that smoking like a Chimney death to my enemies shit and Phony hoes and everything that you Pretending to be bitch don’t blow my high You ain’t got to see I’m faded to know I’m Fly We rollin and blowin smoking on the Finest you don’t know em we just rollin stonin Smoking till my eyes barely open we just Rolling rollin rollin rollin rollin rollin rollin Rollin rollin We just smokin and chillin mother fucker About to make a kill From Letras Mania