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smok'n grams - jayy grams lyrics

smok’n grams lyrics
[verse 1: jayy grams]
i’m movin’ in to tow your unit off
send ’em in the backseat with a backie, i don’t do cigars
particles that you have lost, inside my new cruisin’ dodge
piles of dudes get through across for miles and all i do is pause to get a drink
i mean, regardless they goners
i’m with the god of that ganja
i get the god then i’m gonna get it like boxers
i used to spar with halo and [?] and vinny on [?]
the list of crew go on but, we found that many impostors
i sense the chakra
i sip the [?] with a silky on, got no limit
go over heads of those who oppose gimmicks
i’m no chemist but, i be cheffin’ the most grimmest
[?] clinic product you ever seen
and it’s no [?]

[verse 2: smoke dza]
find the match, it’s not many results
what you did, not many would know
i done traveled the atlas and packed it, quite many of folks
i’m from the block [?] use henny for [?]
it’s an everyday struggle, no complex
context, gotta keep ’em rattled like bomb threats, um yes
don’t let me catch you slippin’ like chancletas
[?] even built [?] s*x
that’s vvs on my arm, neck
iceberg, [?] sweaters, that’s a calm flex
shorty, you actin’ like a blonde b*tch
you never seen these 1*of*1’s, these concepts, ha
i said i’m not for play
one*hundred*twelve grams, i rolled twenty eight with jayy, uh
it’s og and not homegrown
kush god, b*tch i get stoned stoned
[verse 3: jayy grams]
i bone [?] along my zone, though
long chrome is ringing through the wall like it’s a home phone
won’t roam in here, [?] hundred round goons like they q da fool
y’all roamin’ in the iv like the numeral
the usual, pharmaceutical
[?] your lootables
they armed with uzis and rugers taking [?] and [?] too
and fusin’ a [?] a bitter booze and abuse the boof, amusin’
who would think with all the rappers out they’d be choosin’ you?
a few rebuke but, i’m still pukin’
apocalypse comin’, [?] freestyles at a function
i’m wildin’ with punches like wilder with [?]
and y’all can sleep on jayy grams ’til your noggin’ dysfunction

[verse 4: smoke dza]
it’s not for discussion, i
puff*puff the scene, rollin’ up a russian cream
sucka’ scheme, [?] ball like a rutgers team
underground, mainstream, just between
indie as a muhf*cka’, [?] up the streams
really just to think it was just a dream
classy car [?] with the bucket lean
hoppin’ out of somethin’ that’s just as clean (uh)
[?] paper
you really the grant hill of pump*fakers
limoncello this one, trust me, this blunt’s [?]
take a hit and watch your lungs shake up
here’s a tip, make sure your funds made up
and if you jotted down this game then when you done, cake up

- jayy grams lyrics

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