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c. henry – smoke out lyrics

[verse 1]
now little bit of weed, little bit of drank little bit of dank now hold up
twist it up than we roll up, still kids f-ck growing up
p-ss it ’round the circle like a mother f-cking donut
keep it g for the gram, oh man godd-mn than we light it up
put it to your mouth now get the lighter up yea
put your mother f-cking lighters up, look
i spit quicker than two techs like sway in the morning
wake up f-ck yawning, smoke an l cause i want too
box it out like a sauna, trying to spit real shit while smoking marijuana like whoa, grab a dutch for the road
exxon where we go x3, look
see now i’m sick of this shit i need doctor green thumb
like cypress hill so don’t say shit till you take a hit
than tell me how you feel for real, your girl -ss fat got sex appeal and you know that imma get it and you know that imma hit it
like the blunt don’t front lay it down like a bunt
oh shit roll one roll two yea we having fun smoking like a gun
like a k!ller on the run won’t catch me
imma king but i ace this shit so don’t test me
no way in hell that satan let this white boy spit some real noise
and be so catchy
this a smoke out yo what you know about hip hop
run the game f-ck flip flops chilling in the press box
with the new york skyline posted in the back drop like, like

[hook]
yo this a smoke out, yo this a smoke out
riding with the homies windows up so we box now
this a smoke out, yo this a smoke out
riding with the homies windows up so we box now x8

[verse 2]
buy it than roll it i smoke it like that na this a weed anthem
so pull your sleeves and your pants up do it for the camera
k!lling these b-tches and i leave no ransom, no shit
i just dumb it down cause they don’t care what i say only how it sounds and it sounds pathetic
trynna ball in a black man setting, f-ck it call me jj redd-ck
look, give me a beat and i shred it the flow refined and poetic
i’m f-cking sweet to diabetics and you basic i’m acidic
so i operate on a higher scale never piss than tell
a leader falls than i prevail, look i hope you got that shit
i hope you rock them kicks, i’m a visionary trynna get beats by 6ix
don’t go behind my back don’t be a rat what’s the logic when you make that pact, get it?
man i hope you got it the rhymes so melodic
i’m only in it for the respect so f-ck a check i bust like six techs
that dissect your chest so when the wu come around you’ll get inspectah deck so protect your neck
my mind state will elevate your space like star trek yea
like mother f-cking star trek, look na cause i’m spaced out
three blunts to the face now, a couple more imma lay it down
like the weed in the paper and i’m smoking with the crowd at the show yea that’s how we get down like, like

[skit]
you guys ready to get weird tonight or what?
fur sure
oh oh looking straight grizzly!

[hook}
yo this a smoke out, yo this a smoke out
riding with the homies windows up so we box now
this a smoke out, yo this a smoke out
riding with the homies windows up so we box now x8

- c henry lyrics

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