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kid ink – blunted lyrics

[intro]
i got 1. 5 for the blunt
go ahead and p-ss me a swisher
blunted, blunted, blunted, where the blunt at?

[verse 1]
i got 1. 5 for the red eye flight
if you tryna get high b-tch just my type
sittin’ in the room full of disco lights
pair of shades on, i’m the coolest n-gg- on sight
tell ’em hide that, where the f-ck you buy that?
i can’t even try that, glad i got my own sh-t wit me
catch up, if it’s og match up
but you ain’t got a swisher then we ain’t gon’ session
this mothaf-ckin’ weed so sticky
breakin’ this down get ya fingers so messy
you gon’ put a hole in the blunt, keep rushin’
shoulda used a grinder ho, then [?]
you could say i’m an addict
got a gram of the wax if you need a dab hit
must keep it in a jar cause these n-gg-s cabbage
what you smoke, 420 is my f-ckin’ average, imagine
blunted, blunted, know you can smell me comin’
said blunted, blunted, everybody always like “sell me somethin'”
but this sack cost more than a 20
you can roll one of mine just wrap it like a mummy
straight top shelf in the store
stole the connect, now i get it for the low
so you know i got…

[hook]
1. 5 for the blunt
go ahead and p-ss me a swisher
smoke about a pound in a month
i don’t even pay no attention
i got 1. 5 for the blunt
go ahead and p-ss me a swisher
stay blunted, blunted, blunted
where the blunt at?
blunted, blunted, where the blunt at?
blunted, blunted, where the blunt at?
i got 1. 5 for the blunt
go ahead and p-ss me a swisher
stay…

[verse 2]
roll one for the n-gg-s who fronted, for the b-tches who want it
roll one for the money, roll one to the face
that’s 4 if you countin’, high as a mountain, all for these ounces
stuck in the middle of the couch with cotton mouth
i need a sip from the fountain
so gone think i left a couple nugs at ya crib
make sure you hit a n-gg- when you found ’em
blunted, blunted, me and my n-gg-s treat weed like money
said blunted, blunted, if i smell another seed i’m runnin’
said, no sticks, takin’ shots while you hittin’ bricks
know i got the juice and you n-gg-s nowhere in the mix
be consistent, what you smoke hit or miss
i roll up og every intermish
o-og, make a mothaf-cka od
hit ya body like morphine, army
babysittin’ the blunt, i’ll get you a car seat
f-ck what it cost me, these dividends is all goin’ to the medicine
it ain’t one of the 7 sins, rollin’ with these 7 grams
sorry baby if there’s weed hangin’ out the end
but its…

- kid ink lyrics

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