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yama-uba sandstorm - dead hippie lyrics

[intro]
better than kool*aid

[verse]
yeah
didn’t finger count and count eighteen
i guess i’m still afloat
yeah, this glock i got on me is black
but you can’t ride the bo
hey this blunt right here i like it
make me feel the holy ghost
if it’s softly how you somber that
then let my people go
yeah the olive tree, a lot of that
get black in feral snow
i can’t tempt to have [?]
pass a trail of those
strap a bomb onto some huskie
wrapped around, no winter coat
send that n*gga in the crib
you best not leave a bit of dough
man i’m fried up like a chicken wing
first in a long time pains
everyday it’s all the same
quick we tryna get face
pile up the mary jane
[?]
mommy what the fairy say?
lit him, tryna get fade
man i thrash the rocket
over locker [?]
a red beanies at the bottom of it
like one gt wore
i rock freaky tiki tavi
stay that p*ssy blood clot boy
you can’t [?] in the carriage
making all that noise

- dead hippie lyrics

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