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lirik lagu i wanna roll – vans rat x jay

[hook/refrain: psycho]
i wanna roll, wanna chief, wanna smoke me a blunt
i wanna get f*cked up
wanna smoke (wanna smoke)
wanna choke (wanna smoke)
wanna get f*cked up
i wanna roll, wanna chief, wanna smoke me a blunt
i wanna get f*cked up
wanna smoke (wanna smoke)
wanna choke (wanna smoke)
wanna get f*cked up

[verse 1: red haze]
man i ain’t called myself haze for no reason
just tryna get high in this cold ass season
i need that bud in my system
just like gangsta pat i be trippin
i be rippin the bong hits i always be stoned as sh*t trippin up on this b*tch
me and oxymorons in the cypher, that loud is what i require
time be slowing down just how i like it
stoned is the way of the walk like cypress
ain’t into all that soberness
sh*t i take a puff when it’s tough out here and get with the wickedness
straight rippin that gator bong
smokin and chokin, ain’t nothing’s wrong with puffin the reefer
finna get deeper in the zone while i’m rippin’ that cone in the homegrown
[verse 2: chronic]

[verse 3: hesh]

[verse 4: jay]
me and my buds all get lit
when we roll up, all get hit
morons be crushing it, f*ck if we fit
got raw paper all on my mitts
smoking a track and stomp on the roach
bro got my back, if we on it we ghost
really tryna make a hit and then blow
joint discussion when we on the road
flow disgusting, you already know
spitting that dope straight my throat and i never choke
even with a filter i talk so blunt
jaydie the goat
maybe the most, craziest flows, yeah
never overdose, om to the end
h to the o to the m to the e
g to the r to the o to the w to the n

[verse 5: ason $hade]
i wanna smoke for my boys, i’m the underdog
smoking these sessions, i’m sp*cing apart then i wonder off
under the sun i been counting these buds by the grams
ounce of the buds that be next to my nuts in the front my pants
k*town boy, i was making a grand, supply and demand
‘bundance of ganja, i chop till i’m hurting my hand
ason is dammed, phantom of fate
fantasy world that i live in is fake
all from these drugs that i probably take
ason is smoking the pain in the vapour
honour the pain, when i’m doing it major
six stacks from a boom bap track, run it back
none of that, when i brap brap brap
ason is greater, the entities say that my tracks are fat
ason is a stoner it’s facts n that
[verse 6: mattox]

[verse 7: vans rat]
packing a billy, ripping the c*nt
f*cking my lungs, f*cking em up
i am addicted, addicted to bud
i should quit (nah), i can’t be f*cked
ringing up benny boy “i’m on the train
can i pick up a stick with the bit of my pay?
it will take me 5 mins till i’m at the gate
then i punch all these billy’s and chat as i fade”
and i’m chatting my sh*t till it’s late when stay
leave on my scooter and ride in the rain
post up at rush under cover with shade
blazing the medical blasting the mates
loving my brothers and they love the same
oxy the morons are k!lling the game
come on and smoke up the billy, come on and smoke up the billy with haze
come and smoke up the pre roll with jay
yeah, you know the f*cking go, come smoke with us, b*tch
smoke a cone, you b*tch

- vans rat x jay

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