Namida

Lyrics

[Intro: Mr. B the Poshtronaut] Heeeuugh! Fuck, what time is it? Oh, shit, Ugh Heugh, high as fuck right now Tch! About to smoke again, though Yo, get the papes I'ma grab the weed Let's switch that shit up, nigga Fuck you waitin' for? [Verse 1: Mr. B the Poshtronaut] Smoke the trees, high as fuck, high as fuck, high as fuck Smoke the trees, high as fuck, high as fuck, high as fuck Smoke the trees, high as fuck, high as fuck, high as fuck Smoke the trees, high as fuck, high as fuck, high as fuck LSD trippin', yeah your bitch is pussy, yeah he's drippin' Mr. B, 305 pimpin', M.I.A, where I stay Pussy nigga, fuck you Rollin' up a J with your bitch, she don't want you Mr. B, fresh as fuck, ridin' down Collins Tell your bitch that we don't want no motherfuckin' problems So I just smoke my weed, hotel suite, me and you Baby girl, do what you do, suck that dick Ooh, ooh Yeah, I like the way you make me cum up in your mouth Fresh young nigga from the fuckin' dirty south Yeah, you know we told them guns but me, I ain't on that I'd rather make my paper stack, get that shit, bring it back Put it in my backpack, Gucci at that knapsack Fuck with me, I can have your ass flattened like flatjack Yeah, yeah, Mr. B, go ahead, rip the shit Yeah, yeah, Mr. B, go ahead and rip the shit [Hook: Mr. B the Poshtronaut] I'm so high, so high, so high Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you I'm so high, so high, I touch the sky Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you [Verse 2: Mr. B the Poshtronaut] LSD tab on my motherfuckin' tongue Mad fuckin' weed in my motherfuckin' lungs Bitch, you don't know the problems that you brung But that's okay, cause your girl over here and she sprung Off my dick, off my dick, yeah, she give that shit a lick Michael Vick, Michael Vick, I'm a dog up in this bitch Pussy nigga, you can't see me, it's like you've been blinded Fuck with me, my team, yeah, we be makin' money Yeah, that did not rhyme, but I don't give a fuck Me and your bitch, fuckin' back of Eddie's truck And that's just how I do it, every motherfuckin' day Roll a J, roll a J, yeah, that paper bring my weight I, I, we, we, LSD, ecstasy, next to me Drugs, hoes, cars, clothes, yeah, yeah [Outro: Mr. B the Poshtronaut] This motherfuckin' be the general, bitch For all y'all niggas out there, I just wanna let you know I'm playin' your bitch's pussy like some jazz piano And this motherfuckin' smooth across some keys, nigga You feel me, motherfucker? Smokin' blunts with the niggas Nigga, take a motherfuckin' chill pill And for me, that's my motherfuckin' weed sack, nigga Throw it in the Louis Knapsack, you feel me? Check Uh-huh, uh-huh Yeah, smokin' weed, weed Gettin' high as fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck Smokin' weed, gettin' high as fuck, fuck, fuck Alright, playback