Love is life, and life is livin', fucking awesome yeah!
I smoked a whole a damn pound, imma need another one
Eyes closed I won't come down
Only papers, no we don't fuck with blunts
Nigga
I just don't be sharing weed
A nigga got pounds to burn that's apparent
Just cause you up in this bitch
Don't mean you gon' hit this shit
You better roll somethin'
Coughin' like you got a cold or something
I'm tryin to O. D. Off thc
Nigga fuck around gave young khalifa a pound
Smoke the whole thing up in a week
Roll a joint put a worm around that motherfucker smoke it to the face
Awww shit! Nigga say he got some kk and he said he on the way
Big p told me church, get money on em every single day
So I want everything, every room, every plane, every place
We mobbin'!
Now every place that we go they say we can't smoke
But we do it anyway because real g's smoke when they want
When they say turn down, we turn up and turn up some more
When they say put it out, it's to loud, we burn up some more
Then we keep rollin' and rollin', and rollin'
We keep rollin', and rollin', and rollin'
We keep rollin', and rollin', and rollin'
Nigga keep going
Keep the kk blowin
Snakes in the grass keep mowin'
Ass so fat, look swollen
Another city, state gotta show in
Another airport gotta go in
Reason why you hate I'm knowin
Niggas got to much hoein'
I keep rollin' up
Drivin' a brand new car like the motherfucker stolen
They don't understand what I'm doin'
Money in my hand, 28 grams when I'm rollin'
Been through newyork, london, paris and back
Wooooo
Sxsw only niggas smokin' on pack
Rollin' the best
Go on, get a bong, get a match
Everybody get along, get attached
Get a song, get a biatch
What they say, every dog need a cat
Pot heads need a joint to relax
G pen full of wax
10 rolled cone joints, really fast
No sticks no seeds in the bag
Got reason to brag
In the front
Y'all b's in the back
Pair of chucks, ripped jeans is the swag
Little bitch we mobbin'!
Now every place that we go they say we can't smoke
But we do it anyway because real g's smoke when they want
When they say turn down, we turn up and turn up some more
When they say put it out, it's to loud, we burn up some more
Then we keep rollin' and rollin', and rollin'
We keep rollin', and rollin', and rollin'
We keep rollin', and rollin', and rollin'
Is it recording? Love is life, and life is livin', fucking awesome yeah! I smoked a whole a damn pound, imma need another one Eyes closed I won't come down Only papers, no we don't fuck with blunts Nigga I just don't be sharing weed A nigga got pounds to burn that's apparent Just cause you up in this bitch Don't mean you gon' hit this shit You better roll somethin' Coughin' like you got a cold or something I'm tryin to O. D. Off thc Nigga fuck around gave young khalifa a pound Smoke the whole thing up in a week Roll a joint put a worm around that motherfucker smoke it to the face Awww shit! Nigga say he got some kk and he said he on the way Big p told me church, get money on em every single day So I want everything, every room, every plane, every place We mobbin'! Now every place that we go they say we can't smoke But we do it anyway because real g's smoke when they want When they say turn down, we turn up and turn up some more When they say put it out, it's to loud, we burn up some more Then we keep rollin' and rollin', and rollin' We keep rollin', and rollin', and rollin' We keep rollin', and rollin', and rollin' Nigga keep going Keep the kk blowin Snakes in the grass keep mowin' Ass so fat, look swollen Another city, state gotta show in Another airport gotta go in Reason why you hate I'm knowin Niggas got to much hoein' I keep rollin' up Drivin' a brand new car like the motherfucker stolen They don't understand what I'm doin' Money in my hand, 28 grams when I'm rollin' Been through newyork, london, paris and back Wooooo Sxsw only niggas smokin' on pack Rollin' the best Go on, get a bong, get a match Everybody get along, get attached Get a song, get a biatch What they say, every dog need a cat Pot heads need a joint to relax G pen full of wax 10 rolled cone joints, really fast No sticks no seeds in the bag Got reason to brag In the front Y'all b's in the back Pair of chucks, ripped jeans is the swag Little bitch we mobbin'! Now every place that we go they say we can't smoke But we do it anyway because real g's smoke when they want When they say turn down, we turn up and turn up some more When they say put it out, it's to loud, we burn up some more Then we keep rollin' and rollin', and rollin' We keep rollin', and rollin', and rollin' We keep rollin', and rollin', and rollin' Explain Request ×
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