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smoke me a pound - elisiax lyrics

[verse 1: sonic frmthewest]
sonic
i’m in the back, smoking that gas
serving, relaxed
holding up bag, i’m in my bag
throwing them slaps, oreo cap, tory on bap
i’m just a k!lla, talking on winners
i never filler, tell me don’t sip up
pour me the liquor, with a cold trigger
saying h*llo, to my real ones
we chilling, we smashing, tout taxing, real classy
toe tagging, foreign rallies
b*tch don’t say sh*t, bout my playlist
i’m on gang sh*t
straight scarface for you marley’s, i take molly
to calm me down, this so real now, told you don’t frown
smoke me a pound

[chorus: konflict]
i went and got me a 40
i got that pack, got it on me
slangin’ that sh*t to the homies
i got that white, got it on me (aye)
i went and got me a 40 (yeah)
i got that pack, got it on mе (aye)
slangin’ that sh*t to the homies
i got that whitе, got it one me (aye)
[verse 2: konlfict]
i went collected a pack, i don’t go out without mac 10
imma pull up with a rack, i might go waste it on my friends
set on the scene with a dime bag, i keep that chevy by my lap
i keep that blunt lit forever, i need a spot in coach*lla
pull up in black, hoody sweater, i might come to your town and make cheddar
i got an ounce in my leatherman, who you know that do it better
no one
i went and got me a 40, i got that pack, got it on me
slangin’ that sh*t to the homies
i got that white, got it one me
i went and got me a 40, i got the pack, got it on me
slangin’ that sh*t to the homies

[verse 3: elisiax]
yeah smoke me a pound, the dank coming loud
head on the moon and it’s spinning by noon
sticky the weed, n*gga planting the seed
run it by tooney, yeah white got the ski’s
b*tches all up on my st**ze, got her to down on her knees
begging to re*up and barter to please
got her hopping like fleas, to my n*ggas in three’s
loading my wood up with mulch and with tree’s
locking it up, where the keys n*gga
hiding my stash and my cheese n*ggas
the bakers in dozens, my ice is on customs, i’m f*cking ya cousin
then ghost like the dutchman, yeah
straight from the pound (pound)
yeah i’m a dog and she call me a hound (hound)
can’t touch my sound (sound)
‘bout my n*ggas, i’m loading and popping the rounds (rounds)
from the mud and the mound (mound)
lead my pack to the table i’m buying the rounds (rounds)
counting in pounds, i’m a fable
the story, the end that’s what counts, yah

- elisiax lyrics

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