Correction Lyrics Wan Cha by Zed Zilla

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Yeah where the motherf**kin' Swishas at Slim?
God Damn motherf**ker
We smokin' out
Where the Swishas at huh?
Smoke some with me huh
Green with me huh
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Puff puff pa** n***a
Puff puff pa**
N***a!

I'm Bigg Baby don't f**k with these packs
It's heart attacks, what they be givin'
I can't handle that, the fat sacks
I will smoke with you, if you got that
Or some Cognac
'Cause it's gon' make you feel good Blac
You heard that
So if you with it holler
Dig that or get back
Befo' I hit you with the chrome strap
The click-clack on yo back
Don't want, confusion
From you son, I need none
You give me reason for action
I don't play dumb
You don't want none of this sh*t I'm gon' give
B*t*h trip, guaranteed you won't live
Did yo heart skip, .44 chrome
To pump fear
Don't cry now trick, like Johnson & Johnson
No More Tears
Yeah I gone and moved on
Hooked up with Gangsta B
CEO of the Taylor baby
B-I-G-G Baby
Come smoke a motheruckin' blunt with me
I'm stayin' way more high than I'm supposed to be
Sh*t!
Oh won't 'cha
Smoke a motherf**kin' blunt with me
Oh won't cha
Smoke a Swisha full'a green with me
Oh won't cha
Smoke some sh*t that'll get me high you see
Takin' off my coat
Clearin' my throat

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Takin' off my coat
Bust a Newport
As I inch to Big Chuck
He gon' roll it like a rug
Think I'm on the lot, 20s twistin'
Them hoes heard that n***a big pimpin'
Lil Memphis
Hit the back of the club with them blunts
The hot-heads, sippin' Absolut
Getting crunk, Indo stalker
Blunt quitter in toss it up
No families
Just representing big bucks
No luck, down in Tunica
Make some room for us
??? makin' moves
N***a keep up, you ain't rough enough
N***a smoke the blunt
Big O behind mirro' tint
Gettin' bent, watch the next
??? GB keep the best
N***a picture me rollin'
In that Lexus, rollin' hunnids
Laid back blunted
Slobbed out 20s
Watch me flaunt it
Feelin' dandy
Smoke with Randy
Dazed in nations
Smokin' J's

Bap-Bap-Beep-Bop-Boop
Boppa-diddy-Oh
It's that n***a Mongotti
Y'all couldn't love
Gimme the pine, I'll throw rhymes
That make you sh*t in yo draws
Puff-Puff Cough-Puff
There and I call
Then mark my clothes
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Hittin' no stripper 'less they took out the blunts
Though I suppose
Give me the Swisha, split and stuff it
And watch me twist it up
Who got the lighter
Ain't no lighter?
Aw mane f**k!

If you can fire this blunt up
Then listen to Mongo to be freaker
Now turn the track up
While I inhale
Chiefer through n***as speakers
Guaranteed to get you hyper
So grab yo lighter
Start the fire
And push big Pete on the track
And relax and just get higher
Now n***a come and smoke some herb with me
N***a come and meditate and calm yo nerves with me
Head to the sky because they got just what I need
Strictly green, known for teein'
That's that light green sh*t

How we go
Swallow yo nose
Feel the blows and elbows
See with Zed, have yo a**
Opened up twenty-fold
And you can f**k with the man
Who be high than that airplane
And I can walk through the sand
Without been touched by that rain
I deliver and spit
And n***a I dig into sh*t for tracks
Pa** me the blunt
Watch how quick I pa** it back
Now around I don't f**k
But we can still get buck
Is that cool with y'all n***a?
(Huh n***a what?)

Now all my blunts say Rest In Peace
To my n***a TY
I wanna get so h-iz-igh
To produce the anger I got inside
Junkie, no l-iz-ie
I slap my thumb down my Swisha
With precision
Gotta have it blown
'Fo I start my mission
No need for medical attention
My eyes turn red, they glisten
Why do I get high?
Tell you n***a if you listen
It helps me think
Improves my sight
Takes my mind on a flight
Keeps my rhymes tight
Helps me sleep at night
On that white
When I wanna keep it hype and crunk
But specialise on that skunk
So gimme that green in lumps

Got my Zippo lighter and I'm ready to fire
Swisha Sweets is the treats for me tonight
Hit the club with my thugs
Just keeping it real
Gangsta Blac, Crooks For Life
Do you know the deal?
I split the Swisha if I must
I roll the blunt until it's stuffed
Then I pa** it around to all my n***as
Smoked out, choked out
Just keepin' it real

My mentals chugging like a choo-choo
Gon' f**k you up like "doo-doot
The blunt-blowin' bandit
Who's standing right hear with you
Too thick for me to see through
This funk is just like "doo-doot"
My head is off my shoulder
I'm older than I used to
Feel stronger than a monster
Just mobbin' with the youngster
The Gangsta and his family
The cousin took me under
That sh*t it got me itchin'
That dope, it keep me twisted
They fussin' and cussin'
But n***a I don't listen

I smoke a pound to that
Keep me back in track
But this ain't used to that
Grab a smoker sack
And watch that air get full
Of Bobby Black
'Cause I can't help it
The best of real, I smoke it daily
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Green leafer, you like it?
I don't like it neither
I'm used to choking Swishas
Roll it, tape it down beneath-a
Put me where they throw it
Chop it, put it down and stow it
Fix it up a pound
And hit it fo' it hit the public
I smoke 'till I can't smoke no mo'
They say "ah you choke the dope?
You lose the dope"

[Hook]

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