[Lil' Flip]
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Well, I smoke and lean tryna get high
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on Cloud 9 tryna reach they sky
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we call it dro'ya'll call it lye
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all I need is a sweet to get me by
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I'm super fly like Missy
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drink Moette until I'm pissy
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I pulled up in a Bentley
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hoes asking who is it its F-L-I-P
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blowing that light green
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no sticks, no seeds $300 for an O-Z
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and you know me stay blowed puffing and passing
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you split it, dump it, lick it then stuff it wit hashing
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[Chorus]
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Da roof, da roof, da roof is on fire
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We don't need matches real smokers use lighters
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Da roof, da roof, da roof is on fire
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We don't need matches real smokers use lighters
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[Lil' Flip]
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Smoke all day thats what I do
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when I think about my nigga Screw
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I break bread with my crew
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I smoke green, purple, even blue
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I dont know about you but I love to smoke
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play Grand Theft and crack a joke
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or go to the club and snatch a hoe
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thats the way it go when ya ballin hoe
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we smoke dro'to get higher
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I got 20's on my tires, I got tensions in my wires
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cause Haddy's got that fire
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and when I retire I'm a still be smoking hay
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like crucial conflict or mail man and Dre
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so if you wanna smoke something just holla at ya boy
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cause I got cotton candy, tarantula, and fat boy
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we can roll a sack boy and get so high
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but when its time to hit the club I need Visine for my eyes
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[Chorus]
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Da roof, da roof, da roof is on fire
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We don't need matches real smokers use lighters
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Da roof, da roof, da roof is on fire
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We don't need matches real smokers use lighters
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Da Roof
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Lil' Flip |