mild sauce - william crooks lyrics
[intro]
man this sh*t f*ckin’ stupid
b*tch i got it
[chorus]
two bags, got two bands
yeah, f*ck it hit the pipe feel like blue man
y’all lookin’ kinda green, feel like blue man
i just hit the f*ckin’ weed, don’t need new friends
two bags, got two bands
yeah, f*ck it hit the pipe feel like blue man
y’all lookin’ kinda green, feel like blue man
i just hit the f*ckin’ weed, don’t need new friends
[verse 1]
back it, back it up, shut it down
word of mouth, push around
pack it up, smoke me out (smoke)
hundred pounds, run around
run a, run a check
shut your mouth (bih)
shut your motherf*cking mouth
money up, put money down
all this cheddar, i’m a mouse
lotta zeros, i can’t count
lotta zeros, i can’t count
lotta diamonds in my mouth
95, go south
yeah, i’ma get the bag, b*tch
what the f*ck?
pack it up
move it like a mack truck
look at us
hold me down, city boy actin’ up
i got f*cking harold’s chicken on my ski mask
quit my job, pray to god i don’t relapse, yeah
[pre*chorus]
so much money in my pocket
boutta spend it all on myself
yeah, b*tch i got it
so much money in my pocket
boutta spend it all on myself
yeah, b*tch i got it
[chorus]
two bags, got two bands
yeah, f*ck it hit the pipe feel like blue man
y’all lookin’ kinda gree—gree— blue man
i just hit the f*ckin’ weed—hit the f*ckin’ weed—hit the f*ckin’ weed, don’t need new friends
yeah, f*ck it hit the pipe feel like blue man
y’all lookin’ kinda green, feel like blue man
i just hit the f*ckin’ weed, don’t need new friends
[verse 2]
when i die, put my ashes in a gucci bag
roll me up, smoke it up
that’s a spooky pack
in the crib iced out on my spooky black
when i die, pray they do not make my movie bad
[chorus]
two bags, got two bands
yeah, f*ck it hit the pipe feel like blue man
y’all lookin’ kinda green, feel like blue man
i just hit the f*ckin’ weed, don’t need new friends
two bags, got two bands
yeah, f*ck it hit the pipe feel like blue man
y’all lookin’ kinda green, feel like blue man
i just hit the f*ckin’ weed, don’t need new friends
back it—
i just hit the f*ckin’ weed, don’t need new friends
i just hit the f*ckin’ weed, don’t need new friends
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