CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : 420
Yeah, right there
Smoke all this weed 'til I can't even breathe
Smoke up in my room, I can barely even see (God damn)
TH, PS3, skate in the street, smokin' my blunt in the trees
My thoughts are covered in leaves, ain't ever pleased
No success, no release date
Do what the f**k I want
Take my time, take my grind
Pack this sh*t up in my blunt
I don't need to f**kin' rap, man
I just need my f**kin' blunt
F**k this sh*t, alright, man
I just need a mothaf**kin' blunt
'Cause all I do is smoke, all I do is roll
All I do is choke on that potent red smoke
Mane, all I do is smoke, all I do is roll
All I do is choke on that potent red smoke
That pain, that loud, that blood, that kush
That goddamn purp, that dope, that blunt
In my mothaf**kin' lips
Take this sh*t to my lungs
I be smokin' Sour D every day of the month, b*t*h
Breathe, stretch, deep breath, life, death
Smokin' these blunts to my neck 'til I go
Open my lungs and I resin my throat
Choke from the blunt while I flex on your ho
Smoke, smoke, pa** the gas and the lighter
Smack on her a** and I bite her
I'll make that pu**y feel tighter
Blowin' my smoke at a spider
I'm gettin' bugs high, b*t*h, I'm a swamp guy
I'll give you one shot, b*t*h, take your best shot
I could really give a f**k about you people
Smokin' reefer like this sh*t don't make me evil
Meet the reaper while I'm burnin' down the steeple
Keep the beeper by the heater, that's illegal
F**k what you thought, f**k what you bought
F**k what you drive, I'm f**kin' your mind
Scuffin' my kicks, I play for the Knicks
Cuts in my wrist, 'cause I know that nobody can f**k with this sh*t
I feel so alone, look at the clones, if your body is dope
But your mind in the gutter then don't call my phone
I'm good on my own, blowin' this dope out my throat
What yo' b*t*h won't stop watchin' me fo?
I got your b*t*h moppin' the floor
I'm gettin' cancer, I'm gettin' cancer, I'm gettin' cancer, ho
I heard you a dancer', ho, don't make me wait, I won't answer, ho
Don't got the answers, don't got the answers, don't got the answers, ho
I am not fancy, I am not wealthy, b*t*h you can't talk 'bout my clothes
Middle fingers up in the sky, don't ask why
Put your middle finger in the sky
Middle fingers up in the sky, don't ask why
Put your middle finger in the sky
Middle fingers up in the sky, don't ask why
Everybody wanna get high
Middle fingers up in the sky
Everybody wanna get high, middle fingers in the sky
Middle fingers up in the sky, don't ask why
Put your middle finger in the sky
Middle fingers up in the sky, don't ask why
Put your middle finger in the sky
Middle fingers up in the sky, don't ask why
Everybody wanna get high
Everybody wanna get high
Middle fingers up in the sky, don't ask why
Smoke all this weed 'til I can't even breathe
Smoke up in my room, I can barely even see (God damn)
TH, PS3, skate in the street, smokin' my blunt in the trees
My thoughts are covered in leaves, ain't ever pleased
No success, no release date
Do what the f**k I want
Take my time, take my grind
Pack this sh*t up in my blunt
I don't need to f**kin' rap, man
I just need my f**kin' blunt
F**k this sh*t, alright, man
I just need a mothaf**kin' blunt
'Cause all I do is smoke, all I do is roll
All I do is choke on that potent red smoke
Mane, all I do is smoke, all I do is roll
All I do is choke on that potent red smoke
That pain, that loud, that blood, that kush
That goddamn purp, that dope, that blunt
In my mothaf**kin' lips
Take this sh*t to my lungs
I be smokin' Sour D every day of the month, b*t*h
Breathe, stretch, deep breath, life, death
Smokin' these blunts to my neck 'til I go
Open my lungs and I resin my throat
Choke from the blunt while I flex on your ho
Smoke, smoke, pa** the gas and the lighter
Smack on her a** and I bite her
I'll make that pu**y feel tighter
Blowin' my smoke at a spider
I'm gettin' bugs high, b*t*h, I'm a swamp guy
I'll give you one shot, b*t*h, take your best shot
I could really give a f**k about you people
Smokin' reefer like this sh*t don't make me evil
Meet the reaper while I'm burnin' down the steeple
Keep the beeper by the heater, that's illegal
F**k what you thought, f**k what you bought
F**k what you drive, I'm f**kin' your mind
Scuffin' my kicks, I play for the Knicks
Cuts in my wrist, 'cause I know that nobody can f**k with this sh*t
I feel so alone, look at the clones, if your body is dope
But your mind in the gutter then don't call my phone
I'm good on my own, blowin' this dope out my throat
What yo' b*t*h won't stop watchin' me fo?
I got your b*t*h moppin' the floor
I'm gettin' cancer, I'm gettin' cancer, I'm gettin' cancer, ho
I heard you a dancer', ho, don't make me wait, I won't answer, ho
Don't got the answers, don't got the answers, don't got the answers, ho
I am not fancy, I am not wealthy, b*t*h you can't talk 'bout my clothes
Middle fingers up in the sky, don't ask why
Put your middle finger in the sky
Middle fingers up in the sky, don't ask why
Put your middle finger in the sky
Middle fingers up in the sky, don't ask why
Everybody wanna get high
Middle fingers up in the sky
Everybody wanna get high, middle fingers in the sky
Middle fingers up in the sky, don't ask why
Put your middle finger in the sky
Middle fingers up in the sky, don't ask why
Put your middle finger in the sky
Middle fingers up in the sky, don't ask why
Everybody wanna get high
Everybody wanna get high
Middle fingers up in the sky, don't ask why
