-Chorus- *2x*
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All I wanna do is smoke my dro, bitch,
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Sit on the couch get high, get throwed, bitch,
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Or in the car, windows cracked, gettin loaded,
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I'm representin everybody out there smokin..
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-Verse 1- [Lil Wyte]
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Roll it up, fire it up, chief it up, I'm ready to get fucked up,
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Soon as I get control of the dro, I'm ready to feel the stuff,
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Light green marijuana, been tellin me how it wanna,
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Go get up with a Swisha, split the middle, and bone her,
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I feel that I should get at least one commercial from King Edward,
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I been smokin these blunts so long and look where my future's headin,
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I feel that dro work like Wheaties to rappers that are intelligent,
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Smoke you one, and hit the mic, the rest of the shit is irrelevent,
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A lot of shit's happened since the last time you heard my album,
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And I ain't talkin about no acid, oxycontins, or valiums,
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I'm talkin about my sells, all the shit I've seen, and the green I've smoked,
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I'll be goin back to California, but for now I quote..
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-Chorus- *2x*
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-Verse 2- [Dirt Bag]
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Smoke like a Jamaican,
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Wildly reefer I'm cravin,
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I know I should be savin,
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But I'm blazin, I'm blazin,
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Feelin like I'm amazin,
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Mary keepin me phasin,
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Sometimes I mix it with girly girly just for the tastin,
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Just a scoop and a half of onion and you be spacin,
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Miami boy with that Dade County lacin,
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Dirt Bag and Lil Wyte, you damn right,
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Hypnotize Minds epidemically keep it hype,
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Buckle up and catch flight,
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I could take you to the stars,
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Where is the bud?
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It's in the car,
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Ohhh my God,
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Different flavors and colors,
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And I'm smokin em all by the blunt, mother fucker..
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-Chorus- *2x*
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Smokin' My Dro
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| Lil' Wyte |
