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Kush gott a nigga feeling awesome
Ate that bitch pussy 'til she squirted like a dolphin
Told her bend over, hit that shit doggy
Called her a cab then I told that bitch to call me
Danny Brown bitch, tell me what you need
I got some Adderall and fire ass weed
And they try to tell me I get too high
That's a lie, if so, bitch, I woulda been died
But the flow OD, don't get cochesed, capiche?
Fuck with me, fuck around and be deceased
Rest in peace wack niggas with oversized clothes
Complain about my jeans cause I'm taking all they hoes
Hold up, wait a minute
Your pussy ain't shit 'til you had some Danny in it
I'm gone off a Xanny nodding off watching menace
Rolling off some purple that my nigga call Grimmace
Bitch I ain't finish
These bars was test tubed in the lab with foreign chemist
Rolling testers on it but statistics got slumped
I'm smoking blunt after blunt
And I smoke
Blunt after blunt, after blunt, after blunt, after blunt, after blunt
And I smoke
Blunt after blunt, after blunt, after blunt, after blunt, after blunt
And I smoke
Blunt after blunt, after blunt, after blunt, after blunt, after blunt
And I smoke
Blunt after blunt, after blunt, after blunt, after blunt, after blunt
Stop
'Til my brain feels ten pounds heavier
You fell off like Tom Selleck in a Celica
Bitch give me brain for the hell of it
But to her it's heaven if she even gets a smell of it
That's why these bitches fuck with me
'Cause I eat that pussy like a female MC
You get it? How about me and your girlfriend, you with it?
Money over everything the only thing that matter
And since I been getting it my blunts been getting fatter
Take a couple puffs off it now a nigga woozy
The white hoes I fuck with consider them whooties
We 'bout to make a movie, starring me and a cast full of groupies
And I do my own stunts, I'm smoking blunt after blunt
And I smoke
Blunt after blunt, after blunt, after blunt, after blunt, after blunt
And I smoke
Blunt after blunt, after blunt, after blunt, after blunt, after blunt
And I smoke
Blunt after blunt, after blunt, after blunt, after blunt, after blunt
And I smoke
Blunt after blunt, after blunt, after blunt, after blunt, after blunt
Stop