Plp Blowin Light Green текст песни, слова песни Blowin Light Green Plp
Plp - Blowin Light Green
Ya'll niggas better put it towards that light green, I'm chellin you. Say what? Where them phillies at? Say what? Where them optimos at? Say what? Where them perfectos at? Where them swishers at? Blaze it up, Blaze it up. Where my cheifers at, some of that fire. Put some fire to them sacks, put some fire to them sacks you heard me. This track right here fixin to roll like ganja. I'm telling u, make u wonder. say what?, say what? Put some, put some fire to them sacks. Ya'll niggas want to know what I am? I'm that green leaf cheifer, that endosmoker, that mega weed blowa, that eight blunt rolla, that optimo choker, that dimebag matcher, that 2 puff cough cough, pass me some of that, light light chronic sack, bud junkies bring they cash, puffy got dat potent dope you light it up with out a match, that black and mild stuffer, that perfecto puffer, that sup a nigga is a bitch I have to slap, roll like a game of craps, head full of bumpin raps, twistin up swishas that smoke like a cigarette, run from them feds that love to see a nigga that bail, pockets swell, go to jail over bullshit but I be on the look out, ball out when lights flash, jumper boys got surveillance hot on the dope track, rob my a liquor store, been to jail go again, straight for the door, blowin smoke in the camera lens, head to tha hide-away, shake of the 5-0, up my nose and through my thoat, I'm dizzy from that dope smoke so blaze it up and take a puff and hit it till u get fucked up! Nigga where tha dope at. All my smokers on the left, cheifers on the right get blazed from that haze straight blowin on that light, my smokers on the left, cheifers on the right get blazed from that haze straight blowin on that light, my smokers on the left, cheifers on the right get blazed from that haze straight blowin on that light, my smokers on the left, cheifers on the right get blazed from that haze straight blowin on that light, I'm that T to tha A, who got that pura, police wanna stop my car to search for marijuana. I gotta have that dope, that is the green that get me high. All the dope I try to sell man that shit end up on fire. All the junkies mad as fuckers, mayne they smoked up all my weed. When you see my eyes red then you know I'm on them trees. Marijuana in my veins, what about the drug streets. I could tell when I took it that my pee was full of green. Got that hizzy and that blizzy that be keeping me rockin crunk. If your ass in my way then u get rolled in my blunt. When I made this beat, I knew this junt was made to smoke on dope. Yeah I share with all my niggas but I'm stingy with my dope. Call my nigga up in Memphis, told him ship me out that package, wrap it good up in that plastic, FedEx I got to have over night. Watch that pure that be ridin out, lookin cause they know that I'm the Rock so they can smell what I'm cooking. You buy your dope, I'll buy my dope and we can smoke out anywhere. When the police ask you where the dope just chellum it's in the air. If you boys really smokers them let them blunts blaze. Where I'm from we got that pure that leave these hoes in a daze. All my smokers on the left, cheifers on the right get blazed from that haze straight blowin on that light, my smokers on the left, cheifers on the right get blazed from that haze straight blowin on that light, my smokers on the left, cheifers on the right get blazed from that haze straight blowin on that light, my smokers on the left, cheifers on the right get blazed from that haze straight blowin on that light. Where that dope at nigga, in the air bitch. Where that dope at nigga in the air bitch. Where that dope at nigga, in the air bitch. It's a partly chronic city. It's a partly chronic city. Where that dope at nigga, in the air bitch. Where that dope at nigga in the air bitch. Where that dope at nigga, in the air bitch. It's a partly chronic city. It's a partly chronic city
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