[Verse 1: Lil Boosie]
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I smoke blunts on a regular
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So much it's etcetera
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Eyes red behind my Locs make me two steps ahead of ya
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Since 14 I smoke green everyday of the week
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I might lace my blunt with codeine til it put me to sleep
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And all my 20's look like dimes 'cause I'm tryna get rich
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Ain't satisfied with 4 zeros so I'm climbing for 6
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And I'm the hardest lil nigga rapping and I'm making it clear
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That I'm gon still be smokin blunts til God take me from here, what!
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[Chorus: Pimp C]
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I smoke blunts on a regular
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Fuck with it cops
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I'm tryna make a million dollars outta quarter ounce
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I smoke blunts on a regular
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Fuck with it cops
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I'm tryna make a million dollars outta quarter ounce
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I smoke blunts on a regular
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Fuck with it cops
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I'm tryna make a million dollars outta quarter ounce
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I smoke blunts on a regular
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Fuck with it cops
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I'm tryna make a million dollars outta quarter ounce
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[Verse 2: Lil Boosie]
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Bronson gave me my first dime told me to pimp that bitch
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After that I fell in love with smokin limbs and shit
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And mama shaking her head, say I'm a asshole
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Pull all nighters and still fall off in class blowed
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Come next week and I'm gon be missing in action
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I know I got a warrant so I'm finna get to stackin
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I'm steady gon be smokin man
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I'm steady gon be chokin
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Went to Cali with Pimp C and burned some Indo by the ocean, what!
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[Chorus]
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I smoke blunts on a regular
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Fuck with it cops
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I'm tryna make a million dollars outta quarter ounce
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I smoke blunts on a regular
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Fuck with it cops
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I'm tryna make a million dollars outta quarter ounce
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I smoke blunts on a regular
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Fuck with it cops
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I'm tryna make a million dollars outta quarter ounce
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I smoke blunts on a regular
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Fuck with it cops
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I'm tryna make a million dollars outta quarter ounce
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[Verse 3: Lil Boosie]
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I smoke so much shit til I can't cope with nothing
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I'm fresh out the Paris so shit I gotta smoke me something
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If I don't I might explode and go get a fall of dust
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Some gon have my mind right and have a nigga ready to bust
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Get my bitch full of that killa 'cause we thuggin the game
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Both our eyes be blush eyed plus our slugs the same
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And long as I'm burning killa ain't no judge finna tell me to stop
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And if he ask me I'm gon look at him and tell him I'm not
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I smoke blunts, nigga!
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[Chorus]
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I smoke blunts on a regular
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Fuck with it cops
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I'm tryna make a million dollars outta quarter ounce
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I smoke blunts on a regular
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Fuck with it cops
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I'm tryna make a million dollars outta quarter ounce
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I smoke blunts on a regular
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Fuck with it cops
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I'm tryna make a million dollars outta quarter ounce
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I smoke blunts on a regular
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Fuck with it cops
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I'm tryna make a million dollars outta quarter ounce
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[Music]
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[Chorus]
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I Smoke Blunts
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| Lil' Boosie |
