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the weed song - ttbby lyrics

[intro]
*coughing*
aye
aye
aye, aye, aye

[chorus]
(roll up)
roll up
po’ up
smoke some
n*gga, pass that
hey
hey, can you ash that
if it ain’t no gas, you can have that
aye, where the mud at
tonight, it’s going down at the white house
so much smoke, need a gas mask
ain’t no such thing as a pipe down

[verse 1]
aye, aye
n*gga, please
look
it ain’t no gas, don’t pass it to me
ash it please, ‘fore you hand it to me
young n*gga blow like a referee
flag on the play, don’t do reginald
me & him ain’t really friends, you see
i had a girlfriend named mary jane
every time i picked up, she had sticks & seeds
lean, lean, lean, i got lean on me
yeah, we roll lean on our swisher sweets
higher than a b*tch, that’ll slow ya down
still got the xan’s for the five a piece
smoke on my sack, i blow biggie roof
sh*t, i’m finessin’ on ten a g
spend more on weed than i spend on me
but sh*t, ain’t broke, ain’t no injuries
yeah, yeah, thooker? still got that shooter
tt a shooter, i got a glock, no we don’t do rugers
weed got me nervous
the lean got me ?
bro, don’t make me shoot it
but right now i’m coolin’
he told me roll & sh*t, i rolled a two*fer
tee*ray, he pulled up, he had a lil deuce, it’s finna get stupid
hah, you know*
[chorus]
(roll up)
roll up
po’ up
smoke some
n*gga, pass that
hey
hey, can you ash that
if it ain’t no gas, you can have that
aye, where the mud at
tonight, it’s going down at the white house
so much smoke, need a gas mask
ain’t no such thing as a pipe down

(roll up)
roll up
po’ up
smoke some
n*gga, pass that
hey
hey, can you ash that
if it ain’t no gas, you can have that
(where the mud at)
where the mud at
tonight, it’s going down at the white house
so much smoke, need a gas mask
ain’t no such thing as a pipe down
[verse 2]
bro*bro, what you smokin’
he said it’s purple, but i don’t believe him
n*ggas be lyin’, that’s track number five on trick master tee
like sh*t, lemme see
i taste a lil reefer, that’s when i start coughing like “f*ck, i can’t breathe”
*coughing*
you know them braids come right out the nawf
sh*t have you coughing like rip
now i’m just looking, they lookin at me
stoned out my mind, b*tch free oc
i looked at the youngin, he looked back at me & he sipped on his lean
aye

it’s a lil party, but you can’t get in with the adversaries
burnin’ up trees, ain’t f*ckin up habitats
ain’t with the bullsh*t, keep me a four*clip
puck, my n*gga, we connected like magic jackson
young n*ggas grooving (grooving)
aye, blunt get turned to a roach
t.lee a fish, don’t f*ck with the doobies
*coughing*
fish don’t never have regular smoke
higher than a b*tch, i done laid on the floor
lean out my body, but i want some more
f*ck the police, i’ll smoke one for my cousins
and pour out some drank for my n*ggas that’s gone
you know it

- ttbby lyrics

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