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b.y.o.weed - chuuwee lyrics

[intro]
man this sh-t is whack as f-ck
yall n-ggas is always running off at the mouth
talkin bout “i got trees, i got purps”
i’m calling n-ggas, ain’t n0body got it

[hook x2]
can someone please come through with the mary jane
we been looking, we been searching
and ain’t no one got the dank
we been calling up every n-gga thats programmed into my pager
will someone, anyone
someone come through with the mary jane
mary jane

[verse 1: chuuwee]
it’s seven o’clock in the morning
and feeling like my brain is gone explode!
p-ssed off, p-ssing on everything f-ck aiming for the commode
any other time i’m holding n-ggas saying they got the dro
when i’m low and need to cop some mo’ n-ggas ain’t got no phone
hit my asian partna drop it off, he’d get the sixty bones
no response, i hit my homie, he say he was out in long beach
i haven’t a doce of my medicine all week
all i want to do is get is high and climbing them tall trees
bust a couple raps and get fly, linger with bad divas
twist another up in they drive way and get mad weeded
i hit my facebook, asking who got the flavors
seven likes and four comments, but ain’t no one got the vapors
what a caper or predicament, how did i get into this
my brodee said that this party was off the hook
they should be lit in this, we get to this
mother f-cker, ready to do some kicking it
and just my luck it seems like everyone keep on mentioning

[hook]

[verse 2: dutch rebelle]
try not to loose my temper when i enter into waiting
connects ain’t any closer ain’t no for debating
he always got the potent plus he proper with the flips
they claim they pushing pillows but they barely packing zips
now look at who i’m with, a group of herb therapist
itch for a spliff need a nugget t-to carry this
yeah you hearing this, barely keep my eyes straight
i live crooked cause these birds can’t fly straight
so you know, i’m prolly gone tote it if it’s toxic
on ya top lip, on the hush like a stock tip
tell em cop ships and a couple h-2-o’s
granddaddy purp, tight skirt, cl-ss duo
tell who you know, cripple cowards tryna go for hours
kinda aggy waiting for a hours for a half a sour
i devour mc’s in the mean time
spitting red lights to these clowns till it’s green time

[hook]

- chuuwee lyrics

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