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Utwór: Weed hand

  • wykonawca: Baby Bash
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     Chorus:
  
  Sometimes da game got me stressin partner I can't lie
  I roll me a sweet smash off n da ride a whole piece I ain't never lied
  I put my weed hand in da sky
  I put my weed hand in da sky
  I respect it for da luv of life
  A whole piece I aint never lied
  I put my weed hand in da sky
  
  V1:
  The smokes killing off my lungs and appendix
  It's baby bash the modern day jimmy hendrix
  Deep down in texas, dope house is so relentless
  The fluff is endless
  Smokin wit my lawer and my dentist
  Feelin stupendiss wanna come to my quarter stacks
  Smokin on greener reef
  Singing boby to dem older cats(bobby brown)
  Dem dolger sax, wit a coffee grinder at my mercy Dun rolled a lax wit a highspeed chasers ones dat couldn't curch me
  Cotton mouthed and thirsty gotta keep my spirit lifted though
  My spiritual, lyrical, it's hydromyrical
  I'm comin visious though, wit a fully loaded off dat durby
  Feelin so worthy cuz my vacume lungs are like dat curby
  and don't desturb me when I'm floatin to my foriegn land
  You no fo' sho' I keep my pipe in my weed hand
  My weed hand is something I don't disrestpect Your weed hand throw it up and represent your weed!
  
  [Chorus]
  
  Verse 2:
  
  I'ma gonna admit it and you know I'm weeded it Begin his life, got his only one and split it
  Lit it up wit my nephew
  And now I'm floatin, my crown is broaken
  Soakin up my soal, sippen styraphone cups
  Choken now I'm low, if you ridden on us dats cool but pass da dro
  Diamonds flyin and you just had to go
  Cuz u dun cast da vote, and I didn't even get a hit
  No not even a little bit, so now help me get rid of dis
  Baby girl don't disrespecr the luv
  And I can't see dat
  Ask where we get the best of bud
  Put up ur weed hand
  
  [Chorus]
  
  Verse 3:
  
  Man I been gone since way back b4
  I hit da bong pack up a bowl
  I'm too damn high don't pass me no mo'
  I blazed you all since long b4
  Stayin high I'm on a note
  You can smell da bom all on my clothes
  Man look at my eyes they bout to close
  I'm choken dudes up out hte room wit my weed hand in the sky
  I'm stayin blowed on octamodes and I'm leanin half da time
  I'm stayin high and I hustle fool
  Don't be at home up on my ass gotta get up and glock sum cash
  Hoes thinkin they gonna smoke for free
  But not wit a young P.I.M.P. Just cuz I'm young don't mean I'm dumb
  Red microphones now blaze sum of dat greener-e And pour up sum of dat purple stuff
  Down here we sipping and blowing, ya I know u herd of us.
  
  

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