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ab soul - pass the blunt lyrics

[intro:]
you came in and flicked it
you was flicking it you know what i’m saying
(on fire, on fire, on fire)

i’m trying man…

[verse 1:]
b-tch i’m high as a motherf-cking satellite, who got a
light?
i’m outta sight, outta mind pimp, matching dimes
don magic wands, roll the greenery
it’s what i need: where my shin and thigh meet
huh, yeah i’m such a f-cking stoner
everywhere i dwell you can smell the marijuana odor
what the h-ll? (what the h-ll?) that’s that fire, man
call the fireman, or the supplier man, tell him slide a
gram
(solo, solo, solo) you know we smoking that dower
two t-tans back to back call em twin towers
(haa, haa) and anytime i’m on the ground
i stop, drop, and roll… then burn it down!
if that’s exactly what you’re doing right now
put your lighters up, and wave them round and round
puff, puff, give: real sh-t
i’ll probably run through seven pounds, will smith

[hook:]
p-ss the blunt, p-ss the blunt
man you tryna smoke or what?
four deep in the hooptie finna roll the windows up
p-ss the blunt, p-ss the blunt
white paper [?]
that was dutch and swishers, even philly’s filling up

smoke something b-tch [x8]

[verse 2:]
black hippy, sticky in the piece pipe
no i’m no [?] but i’m throwing up the peace sign
smoke fill the room every time a n-gg- inside
and when i’m off this i feel like the h.n.i
see no seeds in my product that’s a no-no
i’m three dollars short and i’m a need it for the lolo
i owe the weed man down the street, also:
i got the munchies and i haven’t ate, ocho
(fuego, fuego, fuego) ab-solo
i hit the blunt then p-ss it the horseman on my polo
daddy fat sacks (smoke something b-tch!)
i mean till that motherf-cker burn your fingertips
watch your lip, concentrate
let’s see how much more you can take
(i’m blowing o’s, i’m blowing o’s)
and when your b-tch call tripping, pimp man this is
what you say:
(i’m blowing o’s, i’m blowing o’s)

[verse 3: schoolboy q]
got something in that optimal swisher got me feeling
right
i’m feeling like, transformer forming in the highest
height (yesss)
michael thriller night, moonwalk in flight (yea, yea)
heaven or h-ll, i be good in paradise (uh, uh)
i give you satellite (uh huh)
or some other sh-t, prada louie printed sh-ts
getting money growing off the tree, dough dough
you never smoke but always want the trees, popo!
and that’s a no-no, i get your son
i take his lung, i let you keep the photo
the swisher burning keep me earning everything in slow-
mo
[?], kick it like a dojo
wake and bake, elevate
let’s see how much more you can take
(i’m blowing o’s, i’m blowing o’s)
and if this month i earn a thou then f-ck it i’ll buy a
vowel
(i’m blowing o’s, i’m blowing o’s)

smoke something b-tch [x8]

[outro:]
soul (soul, soul, soul, soul, soul)
(hahaha) lil round, tripping

- ab soul lyrics

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