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let's get high - peewee longway lyrics

[intro]
yeah
i ain’t never been so high
ask me have i been so high
ask me why i be so high
how a n*gga get so high? (ayy, tano, fire that sh*t up)

[chorus]
fire that sh*t up, fire that sh*t up
fire that sh*t up, who got weed?
fire that sh*t up, fire that sh*t up
fire that sh*t up, who got weed?
i’m just rollin’ three*point*five inside my backwood
jumped up out that p*ssy, weed just made it feel good
i roll my own, you smoke your own, i don’t want no headache
when i wake and bake, i smoke so great, my blunt like two eighths, ayy
fire that sh*t up (fire that sh*t up), roll up (fire that sh*t up)
fire it up (fire that sh*t up), fire that sh*t up (who got weed?)
roll up (fire that sh*t up), fire it up (fire that sh*t up)
fire it up (fire that sh*t up), fire it up (who got weed? roll up)

[verse 1]
this sh*t so good, when i bust my pound, i just might smoke one now
i smoke like wiz, i smoke like snoop do, we got stronger pounds
three*five in the backwood
new torch, this cupcake, i can make it taste good
my ashes, smoke with a passion
i went christian dior with the fashion
i’m in dior, we smokin’ on sprinkles
in the coupe, make a left with no blinkers
got a yellowbone rollin’ up fingers
i wear stripes on my back like a bengal
she said zaza make her p*ssy skeet
i’ma roll up a thumb, let’s do it
i’m a four*forty*eight connoisseur
jba, yeah, i come out the sewer
make the draco sound like dua
so many flavors, they thinkin’ i grew it
we roll up the pluto, it’s kickin’ like judo
it’s smokin’ so good in the ‘wood
i’m back*to*back on the road with the pack
in the trunk and the load in the hood
i got the p’s that come with the pack
i can do a pop*up in the hood
[chorus]
fire that sh*t up, fire that sh*t up
fire that sh*t up, who got weed?
fire that sh*t up, fire that sh*t up
fire that sh*t up, who got weed?
i’m just rollin’ three*point*five inside my backwood
jumped up out that p*ssy, weed just made it feel good
i roll my own, you smoke your own, i don’t want no headache
when i wake and bake, i smoke so great, my blunt like two eighths, ayy
fire that sh*t up (fire that sh*t up), roll up (fire that sh*t up)
fire it up (fire that sh*t up), fire that sh*t up (who got weed?)
roll up (fire that sh*t up), fire it up (fire that sh*t up)
fire it up (fire that sh*t up), fire it up (who got weed? roll up)

[verse 2]
i’m addicted to them p’s, i make m’s, time for b’s
my own strand m&m sprinkles, pay my grower extra fees
i keep a baddie next to me, i gotta make sure that this natty don’t leak
smokin’ on broccoli, catchin’ the box, it gotta be cool, she toxic
my left wrist drip like a faucet, i got the runtz, hibachi
i’m smokin’ on doda, the very berry, we got flavors, the torch is exotic
and i throw the pack like a hail mary, when it touch down, come in a box
i make her scream bl**dy mary when i sing, young yak g shine on his top (bl**dy mary, bl**dy mary)
roll up an opp and i face it
ain’t passin’ my blunt like i laced it
like wiz and snoop, she roll up papers, eyes look like an asian
got real good weed, smoke like jamaicans
twerk her ass just like jamaican
hundred*band jugg, i made her make it
sellin’ the buds, preroll the shake weed
[chorus]
fire that sh*t up, fire that sh*t up
fire that sh*t up, who got weed?
fire that sh*t up, fire that sh*t up
fire that sh*t up, who got weed?
i’m just rollin’ three*point*five inside my backwood
jumped up out that p*ssy, weed just made it feel good
i roll my own, you smoke your own, i don’t want no headache
when i wake and bake, i smoke so great, my blunt like two eighths, ayy
fire that sh*t up (fire that sh*t up), roll up (fire that sh*t up)
fire it up (fire that sh*t up), fire that sh*t up (who got weed?)
roll up (fire that sh*t up), fire it up (fire that sh*t up)
fire it up (fire that sh*t up), fire it up (who got weed? roll up)

[outro]
(ayy, tano, fire that sh*t up)

- peewee longway lyrics

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