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ain't shit gang - marihuana lyrics

[hook: alex davis]
i be smoking marijuana
with my n-gg-s in the party
i be smoking marijuana
with my n-gg-s in the party
x2

[verse 1: alex davis]
i be flexing.. like a muaf-cka
got a hard rock, and i’ll bet i f-ck her
i’m marbury in high school, you’re running that ruckus
i’m running amok in the bucket, b-tch and balling like rucker
n-gg- don’t try my team
and you know the f-cking dealer don’t cut my lean
guerilla type sh-t, i’m in manila like ali
y’all just tryna catch the beat like k and kweli
man the dream just to be seen
bad b-tch, same old team
counting up some cash, couple mountains of the green
i’m jean baptiste just creeping through the sheep
you need to get your vision up ’cause everything ain’t what it seems (nah)
just got a stu, feeling clean as be now
our own cd on repeat through the street now
lowkey bout to okc: blow
on the beach with a mozambican hoe
and she’s fine as f-ck and that’s rare
know i’m just trying to f-ck, but don’t care
shots rang out.. pop, pop: homestead
shot’s po’d up. you throw up: code red
gotta go. i’m just day to day til that break come
from dubs up to them ounces
if my squad is in the building, stevie wonder could’ve found us

[hook]

[verse 2: alex davis]
i be cooling, all on that couch doing me
don’t have time for your buffoonery
just had a line, putting bud in the leaf
got hoes on my line asking me for the deets
asking me for the d
you rap but seem rambly
i speak, they believe. i preach. i’m st. francis
moms calling me but sh-t i can’t answer..
the god degas, working on a lil dancer

[bridge: alex davis]
sour diesel getting rolled up
at the shaq diesel: that post up
it’s a party tonight. and you know my phone getting blowed up
x2

[verse 3: alex davis]
man i’m hopping out of cabs, f-ck your chaffeur
mount a jersey b-tch while i’m touring in montclair
posers, you’re all impostors
jump, you’ll end up on a f-cking poster
or a milk carton, i’ll have cartons of some reds though
me and my clique about to take a trip into our heads though
in the meadows, medicating with some red hoes
still the best though, mindset on them dead folks
right now i feel like wade in ’06
mvp but they won’t give me that sh-t
asg, but they won’t give us our rings
f-ck neke leaks, just so the b-tch’ll shut her lips
in a speedo and you weirdos still can’t diss me
i spit, and you get barbecued, that f-cking hickory
all my hoes they know, i’m motherf-cking trippy
and got the libido of the beatles in the 60’s..
sh-t, b

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