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Дата випуску: 31.03.2014
Вікові обмеження: 18+
Лейбл звукозапису: Babygrande
Мова пісні: Англійська
Pass Off |
RIIIIIIIIGHT |
Call up a uba, let’s get outta this bitch |
They like «Man, you always steaming bro» I’m tired of this shit |
Ain’t no way on this green earth I can get high off this cliff |
You a fucking buddah head, you gon die off this shit |
That’s a fuss answer, Wrong drug dummy, that’s a dust answer |
Gamers have an appetite, but it’s forever fuck cancer |
Double L R varsity, with the black panther |
Hate a weed science acting like that shit is that danker |
Too much, thinking about it too much okay sanford |
Pet peeving that anger, lash out on poor strangers |
God damn it, she screaming she probably hoarse |
Asking if I mess with whores, nigga left that pussy sore |
Wrong turn, fuck around catch a charley horse |
Smoking personal, she like it’s about time you cough |
Wake up, count my money |
100s, 50s, 20s |
Rolling up the dank |
Pass it to the homie |
Wake up, count my money |
100s, 50, 20s |
We don’t love these hoes |
Pass it to the homie |
Pass off |
This is for Gz and this is for my hustlers |
This is for my hustlers, stacking their Gz |
This is for my Gz and this is for my hustlers |
Speaking of my hustlers, back to this weed |
A nigga chiefing, 8th grade high cheesing |
Loading up my Snoop Dogg G-pen |
I hit the road and get stoned |
I don’t even have to roll to get stoned |
Shit, Dice Clay with the chain smoking |
Pothead shit, got my chains smoking |
Bob Marley head diamonds all in up the dreads |
I ain’t that different, bitch please |
You don’t know the half, chicken |
Plus a nigga wasted like a failed Grand Theft mission |
So much chronic in my system |
Pray to god, i’m not a piss test victim |
Well don’t do crime, nigga |
Too much bacon, stay off the swine nigga, pass off |
You know your man Bluntey |
Got these niggas crunchy |
Fresh pack of Palmer’s, roll me up a blunt please |
I’m a smoker, never sober |
I bought the drop, so bitch you know us |
She wanna blow us, hopped on a tour bus |
Met us in Cali, drove up to Boulder (Colorado) |
Now we’re rollling, while she blowing |
I got the bitch open, but… pass off |