Smokin Good
I’m a cigarello fiend smokin weed like its oxygen
Roll a lot skunk, need some blunts, get two boxes in
Goin to pull my stash, out rollin out this half ounce
Puff pass, nigga I puff grass till I pass out
Rpt. 2X
Half ounce what I got to smoke up in some days
Yeah I choke up and get blazed
Eyes closed up and get glazed
I’ll blow some in your face
But you aint hitting nothin
If Im in here I gotta smoke somethin nigga
Hook:
Crack a swishy if I’m rollin up that good
And we roll it by the O, yeah I know you wish you could
Ain’t nothin funny gettin money like I should
Anywhere I go niggas know I smokin good
Chorus:
I’m smokin good
Rpt 7X
Niggas know about what young Khalifa into
Love to smoke out, a lot of reefer in him
Get you skunked out, you know I’m street official
When boys gotta problem, you should keep your issue
I’m from Pistolvania, where them heaters hit you
Out in California, where the weed official
And you could tell that I’m a boss
Don’t really gotta tell you that I’m smokin good, you smell it through the wall
Hook
Chorus
Похожие новости.
Cracks In The Pavement
I shed my skin When the party was about to begin I'm light years away but I'm walking back tonight Of all nights When I should be feeling just right Don't want to be in
O Dusty
Dusty and you are, dirty from chain Lips of your kisses are sticking like tape Woke you at sunrise, cold as a grave I'll cut you some flowers, now don't be afraid Now don't
I Feel For You
I can feel it, Can you feel it. I can feel it, Can you feel it. I can feel it, Can you feel it. Feel for you baby, Feel for you baby, I can feel it, Can you feel
Достоевский
Когда Достоевский был раненый И убитый ножом на посту, Солдаты его отнесли в лазарет, Чтоб спасти там его красоту Там хирург самогон пил из горлышка И все резал пилой и ножом При свете коптилки семнадцать часов, А
What I Do
Just in case you forgot, we go by the runners, hold up Chris Brown, this what we do, we do this [Chorus:] I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money ain't a