[Hook x4:]
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Roll it up, light it up, have a puff, let's take a plane
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Nothin but gin in my trippy cup, pouring more, I can't get enough
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Young Khalifa on that hippie stuff, I break it down and it lifts me up
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So much shining, so much diamonds, all that there comes from so much grindin
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So much weed up in my lungs, I'm in the air, I'm somewhere flyin
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In your town I cop me a pound, show me one and I'll roll one
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All my niggas straight drug addicts cause it takes one for you to know one
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Bake somethin and never hold none, young niggas with some old lungs
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Catch me out at your college campus, weed rolled with a cold one
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Outside with my new car, my Chally parked by my old one
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Got a couple of rollies dawg, but I'm usually rocking a gold one
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Catching flight on them private planes, Ferrari doors I close 'em
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Don't talk a mil, you ain't sold one, don't talk a pound, you ain't smoked one
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[Hook x4]
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[Juicy J]
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Smokin and sippin while watching hoes strippin
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Poppin and rollin, I'm chieffin this potent
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Dope by my side with the pistol and chopper
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Got from my bitch and she get from her mama
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Talking like this, I be walking like this
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Sold a few hoes and I bought a new bitch
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Taylor Gang niggas the number one chieffas
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Smokin on [?] louder than speakers
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Mix with the hash, dip in the lean blue dream, I'm a fucking fiend
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Standing on Fairfax getting smoked out with them niggas from Supreme
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Trippy sticks bong rips blunt, bitch I'm down to do whatever
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She wanna pop a molly man, Juicy J gon' fuckin let her
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For a stronger strain I'm spending bands, this ain't no reggie
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When it's 'bout this gettin' high, ain't nothin you can tell me
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Xanax bars, beans and syrup, that's my trippy kit
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I'm like a pimp in the club working your bitch
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[Hook x4]
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T.A.P.
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| Wiz Khalifa |
