SHE LIKES THE WAY I SMOKE

Lyrics
[Verse 1] I think back To them days as a young fiend out Late at night getting high with my family Just a kid who don't know better Smoking weed to ease the pressure Gettin high by any means Could give a fuck about the weather Stormy-stormy, nights In those long Florida summers kick back Smoke a sack and get burn Like no other backpack Fulla bud, fulla beer and fulla rubbas I be here To get my dick wet, I ain't worried bout a busta Now where them fuckin cluckas [Verse 2] I'm so high, I'm so high I don't think I could die I smoke that funk to feel more well It helps to ease this world of lies Cryptic mind with the visions of a psychopath This day to day I fuckin break A busta thinking that he's safe I blow the smoke up in his face Ain't got no time to conversate Get hit with funky shit When baker stepping up in the place It's the trio here to show you What the bizz smoke a blunt And get buck to this evil playa shit
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Credits
- Writers
- Baker Ya Maker