Yeah, g-shit, and I ain't smokin none of dat unless the weed stick
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Bitch I’m in the zone, and if I ever leave
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Fuck a jacket I’mma rock my tattoo sleeves
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I got thirty naked bitches in the kitchen
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Crumblin the herb and rollin it up into swishers
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Kush is my cologne, every minute blowin heavy
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I dont smoke it on occasion, everyday is 4/20
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All I do is flame shit, I dont do that change shit
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EST for life bitch, ya I do that gang shit
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Look at who I came with, better fix ya face quick
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Cuz I gotta lot of muh- fuckers with me we all on the same shit
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Now pass me the dutch again
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I still gotta nickle crumbled in the George Washington
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Order up a quarter my connect is on the phone
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Mix the purple with the lemon g kush and get stoned
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God damn it I’m gone, blowin with the wind
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Cleveland is the city, see it showin on the brim
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Black lights on the tatts glowin on my skin
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And my blunt is never lonely all my l's got twins blaze up!
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Yeah, blaze up. Lil bitch blaze up
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So what the fuck blaze up. Ugh, blaze up, Kels. Blaze up
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And we burnin up like the heat is on
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Got it smellin good, blowin wood. bitch my life is like a weed-a-thon
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Size 12 Chuck Taylors what my feet is on
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Laced up blazin back to back like repeat a song
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And fuck the police, boy I say it proud
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And if they hear me Fuck the police say it loud
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20 dollars in the dream bitch I’m livin back strokin in yo girl no swimmin
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(Sorry) Boy that’s pimpin you wanna know my goal. a couple sold out shows
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Some ho's and a pocket full of woah
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Got it for the low, tear the place up
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Pass the dutch and blaze up mother fucker lace up
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Ughhh. blaze up. hundred words and runnin
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Lace up. lace up bitch. EST blaze up. Kels laced up. Gon
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Blaze Up (Freestyle)
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| Machine Gun Kelly |
