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ali belmont and the delivery boy – wayside lyrics

[verse 1]

rocking black on black
with the hat to match
smoking back to back
’till my line go flat
where the f-ck we at? (where the f-ck we at)
where the f-ck we at?(where the f-ck we at)
where the stars is at? (where the stars is at)
where the stars is at? (where the stars is at)

came to the game hardcore
when all in shook the b-tch to the core
left that sh-t sore
p-ss me the joint, no tabbaco
i like that sh-t raw (iike that sh-t raw)
r.i.p. o.d.b., catch me ridein’ in the hooptie
smokin’ tree, high off t.h.c
so high they can never touch me (never touch me)
never touch me

[hook]

stay high, never want the down side
chillin’ in the wagon, double park the b-tch at wayside
stay high, never want the down side
chillin’ in the wagon, double park that b-tch at wayside
wayside, wayside, wayside
wayside, wayside, wayside
stay high, never want the down side
chillin’ in the wagon, double park the b-tch at wayside
uh, uh, double park that b-tch

[verse 2]

baby forget cl-ss, only drug dealers need math
who needs a pillow, when you got that
when you got that, when you got that
lets ride, lets ride
lets ride, leta ride
lets fly, lets fly
lets fly, lets fly
i’ma roll this skunk, you gonna shake your rump
we gonna smoke this tree down to the trunk
down to the trunk, down to the trunk
im roll this skunk, you gonna shake your rump
we gonna smoke this tree down to the trunk
down to the trunk, down to the trunk

[hook]

- ali belmont and the delivery boy lyrics

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