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| LIL' WYTE Miscellaneous My Smokin' Song [Chorus: repeat 2X] This is my smokin' song It ain't very long, but guaranteed to get the job done Smoke one, what the fuck you waitin' on Get high, I'd love to blaze you high as the sky But it hot, Wyte how hot, So hot ya brain about to fry [Lil' Wyte] Check it out I roll with Swisher Sweets And all day long I'm down to smoke When it comes to chiefin' dope Its got to be dro to make me choke What's the word up on the low I'm a let you know soon as I hear That dro gone take a few hours But I got hook ups on that pure What you want player What you need Comes to you no stems or seeds Twist it up just as quickly as you get it and you will see Swisher Sweets and greenary Gone leave you floatin' like the sea Carribean Islands where I find them dope dealers supplin' me I got no time for yo bullshit When you say you ain't got my goods Check yo references and find out I'm reliable in the hood Give me bab I wish you would You'll see just how Lil' Wyte work Say you pushin thunder chicken Bag it up let's watch it twurk If it's some dirt, then you'll get no cheese in return when I come back The only reason I do that Is to get a refund on my stack But if its fire I'm comin' back To get some mo and that's a fact Bet's the believe it's got to be goody goody green That's where it's at [Chorus: repeat 2X] This is my smokin' song It ain't very long, but guaranteed to get the job done Smoke one, what the fuck you waitin' on Get high, I'd love to blaze you high as the sky But it hot, Wyte how hot, So hot ya brain about to fry [Lil' Wyte] So you got a quarter key of some that California chronic If its fire I'm jumpin' on it And if it ain't I'm bouncin' off it It ain't no profit comin' back A big ole bag of Bobby Brown Soon as get that shit I'm Frayser bound And down to smoke a pound I never frown as long as that Mary Jane is all up in my system Too bad you miss them What Them six blunt that we turned to victims Its on again Like you got a two liter coke and a fifth of Hen Steppin' in everywhere you go fallin' down Cause you ten seats in the wind Throwin' up nothin' but liquer and bud Slow ya roll dog you to fuck up You gone end up like the rest of them fools Face down in the flo' cause you got to buck I got some problems just like you do too But there's always tommorrow Will mo solve em' Pass me the blunt I'm gettin tired of hittin on this bottle It's almost over for me and you My ass about to pass out One mo thing before I go Never mind just put that fuckin' dope out I'm smoked out And there ain't no way I'm gone keep on a going I should of been in bed a long time ago I know it [Chorus: repeat 2X] This is my smokin' song It ain't very long, but guaranteed to get the job done Smoke one, what the fuck you waitin' on Get high, I'd love to blaze you high as the sky But it hot, Wyte how hot, So hot ya brain about to fry |
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