How many blunts can you choke?
I wanna get high off that indo smoke
And blaze up another bud for homies that done died
You better recognize these players gettin’ fried
n#gg# it’s that indo smoke that makes me choke
Lil polk is in the house {?} smokin’ weed
And i’ma smoke it ’til i get broke
That buddha sess i smoke heat hits my chest it ain’t no joke
And n#gg# i keep chokin’ and chokin’ ’til the early dawn
Smoke that weed my n#gg#s needy keep it dirty {?}
If you down with hard luck then throw your hands up to the sky
And watch this n#gg# raise up and hit it like a real n#gg#
Get so f#ckin’ high i can’t tell you how i feel, n#gg#
Thought you knew, {?} puffin’ keep on puffin’
The chronic got me chokin’ take a hit you think i’m bluffin’
The project b-o-r-n {?} n#gg# keeps you high
Blew back down on your #ss and we steady gettin’ fried
How many blunts can you choke?
I wanna get high off that indo smoke
I’m gettin’ fried, i’m gettin’ high but never froze
I’m blowin’ the indo makin’ that smoke come out my nose (n#gg#)
The demon look away from me, i blow f#ckin’ hoes
{?} but never see me duckin’ hoes
Blunts for kush with more {?} i get more {?} smokin’ that tree
I always get a n#gg# what he wants, gettin’ fried
Gettin’ fried high ’til you die, n#gg#
I keep on gettin’ fried, why, ’cause i’m a fly n#gg#
I get so high i think {?}
Project mob blaze up, real n#gg#s raise up
Swisher sweet, {?} n#gg# i ain’t tryna play and mr. nitty gettin’ high
Fried up, they can get my fro cut
Callin’ on my b#tch so i can get a ho nut
Smokin’ up, smokin’ up, n#gg#s keep on lokin’ up
Playa hatas {?} off the indo that i’m chokin’ up
{?} from the pjb, n#gg#, we gettin’ fried
How many blunts can you choke?
I wanna get high off that indo smoke
Don’t pass me no {?} bud, give me what i need, n#gg#
I’m talkin’ bout buyin’ weed, n#gg#
And i’m gon’ smoke ’til my eyes closed
Or ’til i can’t smoke no mo’, because that indo got me paranoid
I’m young and black, plus i’m unemployed
I ride around with my vision blurred
Busta, i thought you heard, but i got a drop on the twenty-third
I know you b#stards wanna see us fall
Motherf#ck a downfull, playa hatin’ n#gg#s, f#ck all of y’all
It’s b-o-r-n ’til the day i die, can’t live my sh#t up in a lie
Depression got me f#cked so i’m smokin’ fry
Now two wrongs don’t make a right, so bust a left
As i empty this swisher sweet {?} bud up in my chest
Biatch, and that’s how the story goes
’cause nobody knows what goes in the nose when the do’s closed
So {?} you up against
If this sh#t don’t make no dollars, then n#gg# you know it don’t make sense
And now i gotta blaze for the homies that died
Right back indo #ss n#gg# and best believe i’m gettin’ high
How many blunts can you choke?
I wanna get high off that indo smoke
And blaze up another bud for homies that done died
You better recognize these players gettin’ fried
How many blunts can you choke?
I wanna get high off that indo smoke
And blaze up another bud for homies that done died
You better recognize these players gettin’ fried
How many blunts can you choke?
I wanna get high off that indo smoke
And blaze up another bud for homies that done died
You better recognize these players gettin’ fried
How many blunts can you choke?
I wanna get high off that indo smoke
And blaze up another bud for homies that done died
You better recognize these real {?} m#th*rf#ck*rs gettin’ fried
“nine five, that new edition”
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