Damn, once i came into this mothaf#cka
Lookin at the blunt, you know
Look, you’re thinkin’ like me
You mad
You tell me, these hoes is crazy brother
Ain’t you tryna hit the weed?
Huh
Alright, huh, look, huh uh uh
I heard that b#tches wanna smoke with ezekiel
Cuz the weed smoke make her a freaky hoe
All she wanna do is blow
Scroll up the dro
& smoke grade a like it’s the honor roll
I make the blunt turn to smoke like magic
I keep rollin’ even though its a bad habit
So much weed in the wood, i forgot to pass it
It’s a gram every time i ash it
If i take another hit i forget ya name
But we high so she can’t complain
Now i’m finna run a train when i’m with mary jane
And it’s cray, she was thinkin’ the same
Isn’t it ironic?
All you wanna do is smoke chronic
I don’t wanna do, but i do (?)
Right now when i’m chillin’ with you
Fo fifty six, throw with the flips
Smoke so much change the color on ya lips
Got two fat woods you can lick on
Got two different packs you can roll up
When i’m high as hella sh#t ion even trip on
Stop f#ckin’ with my high, hol up
Showin up, another blunt
Got her coughin’ now
But i ain’t tapped out, i ain’t lost a round
With the smoke in her lungs she ain’t talkin’ now
But i think i got somethin’ for her cotton mouth
Isn’t it ironic?
All you wanna do is smoke chronic
…
I don’t wanna do, but i do (?)
Right now when i’m chillin’ with you
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ezale Lyrics – Ironic