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I'm high in the party high in the party high in the party [x2] I light it up and blow it in her face [x4]
[Cousin Fik:]
Backwood full of sticky
And it gotta be a wood yeah I'm hella picky
Tipsy pourin liquor on my kidneys
On a whole zip when I smoke I need 50
Like nuff I got grapes
Gods gift man I gotta say grace (Thank You Lord)
Your girl looking like she wanna taste
So I light it up and blow it in her face
If you keep it lit be the model
I think I'm about to move to Colorado
Or seeato I mean Seattle
Somewhere I can smoke where you n***as can't tattle
Long dreads like mac dre
No rare-o chick go that way
I'm bout to roll up a fat j
And fire up with the dj cuz
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[Baby Bash:]
Girl scout loud pack from a car though
Light it up lemme give her a charge though
And I better get your weathers late cornrow
Smoking sh** that'll give your a** parvo
Top shelf n***a good for your health n***a
Growing in the woods make a n***a wealth bigger
Hot head and she drop dead gorgeous
But Bad b**h on my side that I'm watchin
All night we gon post sh**
Around the bay on this mothaf**ing ghost sh**
Half a pound on a road trip and I bet we gonna blow b**h
Party buss falled out like its burning
Now that's what I call higher learning
And if the dj keep the table turning
We gonna get higher than messiah no sermon
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[Driyp Drop:]
It was me I did it
The purple in the air I lit it
I'm on further gone
Me and cousin smoking like cheech and chong
I'm finna blow it up its a bomb thing
Break it down roll it up I'm the fireman
You can catch it in a backwood
I was smoking on that cookie (That's Good)
Bad b**h say she wanna taste
So I light it up and blow it in her face
I was somewhere outter space
This this sh** slapps this beat bang
f**ing with baby bash on them airplanes
Turnt up but I'm twisted off the hurricane
Follow everything hoes wanna jock
I be on my high ones they don't do the socks
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