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weed (2.0) - trey chops lyrics

(floating, floating)
oh yes, it came from the earth
ain’t n0body know the origins of birth
stay pushing that dirt
a lot of the republicans just really ain’t f*cking with herb
i am, roll my self another one
everybody ought a l!ck it, tired of the flashy fuzz
oh yes, let’s talk about the sticky sh*t
everybody tryna kick it, i’m just out here getting lit

oh, like dope boys be moving bricks, i’m making hits
but i don’t ever touch it, don’t need money quick
so, can you understand my master plan, like master jam
can’t sit, just stand
womp womp, like a b*tch want war
everybody smoking about to pass out to the floor
everybody get up, let’s just smoke a little more
huh, and i just want to be on tour

d*mn bruh, i’m too high for this (so)
cut up ya weed, cut up ya weed, cut up ya weed, cut up ya weed
d*mn, wherе i’m at though (so)
cut up ya weed, cut up ya weed, cut up ya weed, cut up ya weed

god d*mn, must be a new strain, hit me in my mеmbrane (so, uh)
we smoking, we smoking
god d*mn, must be a new strain, hit me in my membrane (so, uh)
we smoking, we smoking
oh yeah, cough another loogie quick, smoke a blunt yourself my brother
nothing like that movie sh*t
joints be aching, broads be faking, some don’t really have a home
weed is what they need to see that life is full of better bones
and some just need a better clone
some stay up in mansions, always prancing, watching channel 0
and some don’t give a f*ck, ’cause money and materials just really ain’t enough

huh, i bet we really called the bluff
you deep but in the street my rap means nothing to the tough
inhale thoughts from the earth itself, f*ck all that bullsh*t
it ain’t bad for your health
i’m sorry for my actions, sorry for my planning
but i’m gon’ be that n*gga in the league, oh yeah peyton manning

d*mn bruh, i’m too high for this (so)
cut up ya weed, cut up ya weed, cut up ya weed, cut up ya weed
d*mn, where i’m at though (so)
cut up ya weed, cut up ya weed, cut up ya weed, cut up ya weed

god d*mn, must be a new strain, hit me in my membrane (so, uh)
we smoking, we smoking
god d*mn, must be a new strain, hit me in my membrane (so, uh)
we smoking, we smoking

- trey chops lyrics

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