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(Check) (Fuck it) It's 420 I'm back again 420, 420 I'm back again Strawberry and alize 420 I'm back again 420 I'm back again Check - It's 420 I'm back again Cali kush tasting like strawberry and alize It's all good when I board checking your baggage mate Signal when I talk in a court, stashed in a carrot cake George Bush and a boar (?) The shit I spend on weed is more cash than your daddy make Marijuana and buss is for nearly four days (?) Smokin ashes to ashes up in the hallway Please baby maybe it's me, you make the call babe I put a bar on your neck, that's a squat rack Sent your girl footage of fuckin her on his whatsapp Mate, (?) We ain't no good for them, my baby (?) But we rock and smoke heavy, and mob em likе Joe Pesci And brother my bro's rеady, we got zeros to make I need the Aston that's vroomin in the back ting One day Imma play the super bowl like Janet Jackson while I'm on my Eric Clapton Letras de cancionesPlay my tears in heaven for my son I never backed him and I wish I fucking had him, what a dumb cunt (ugh) These politicians tax what I earn That's why I'm learning how these early birds can catch all these worms And I just made one hundred racks and smoked a pack of this herb Got on a plane evaded jacks and bought it back for my girl, word It's 420 I'm back again 420, 420 I'm back again Strawberry and alize 420 I'm back again 420 I'm back again No defeat like it's Meg and Tory, I shoot for the stars Risk it all we doin missions with this spoon full of jars Leave the henny to Chill, I'm still gettin loose off of bars Sold my soul in the segro cells these are lucifer bars I ain't made for this rappin shit you all knew from the start Lucky that my brother threw me a start Loaded up I breach parole over COVID to go move (?) I put 330 on a keg, it comes with cuban cigars (shut the fuck up) We be cuttin (?) I don't want the tracking number I'll be there in a day You got the addy already, remember I sent that cali? We had a GPS tracker, you put that pack in your safe (lol) I'm still goin AWOL off of 8ball Cold heart women still wanna know when the plate warm I got 'H' I got 'I', but go to jail if I J-walk 'kay that's a L but making Ms in a cake walk (Ha) It's 420 and 201 Chill put my boy in a grow house from all them tour funds It's in the family ties, it could never sever us Swear all these other rappers just wishin that they the two of us (nah) This tie smackin it ain't (?) It'll knock you out the same so what you doin after? Nah I'm just playin They know I'm the sewer master Splinter in this bitch I taught these turtles how to move it faster It's 420 I'm back again 420, 420 I'm back again Strawberry and alize From Letras Mania