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c-mob - blow it back lyrics

[verse 1: d.h.]
what you know about a 20 blunt session
eyes half open while you watching the progression
each hit you take is like one step up toward the heavens
and you can’t tap out there’s no ufc ref in
please avoid this circle if you baking crumbs
this good weed’ll have you choking, baby lungs
i smoke some good haze out there in rhode island
with my n+gga dana in the cut both smiling
dipping blunts in vodka to get lifted
was always the goal like soccer
bust that b+tch down and then fold my saga
lace chips and laughter after we conquer the monster
so many red hairs we’ll pour that blanca
and bet i got that from my engineer
rabbits out of hats and poof made you disappear
this is my favorite past, time, and the present
they smoked in the 70s
we smoking o+11
i burned the house down was never too good at cheffing

[hook: d.h.]
you don’t really wanna blow, blow it back (x4)
you don’t smoke like me, you don’t smoke like me (x4)

[verse 2: c+mob]
red hairs and ganja
that marijuana
smoke all your stress away till there’s no care up on ya
higher than angels
another galaxy
sometimes i’m so zoned out my girl gets mad at me
i said to spark another backwoods blunt in the capris and i keep nothing but that good skunk
that’s all a man could want
just stare at my girl then we sit and we blow it back
and if i don’t have me a realer then i will be stuffing the drawer in blacks
my high is so intact
because we rolling fat
get higher than strippers on the pole when you throwing racks
we in that cash spot
high as giraffe tw+t
smoke one with my lady and watch her make that ass drop
but i won’t go into detail because that’s another track
we just went through a dub and philo’s got another sack
mob, d.h., and carlo we clouding up the location
so puff puff pass
don’t f+ck up the rotation (rotation)
[hook: d.h.]
you don’t really wanna blow, blow it back (x4)
you don’t smoke like me, you don’t smoke like me (x4)

[verse 3: monty carlo]
marleys in the air
i just put a couple raw out
hide on that grape jelly
i brought the jar out
master of the fog life
do it for them dro twisters
(let’s put the city on)
shout out them go+getters
bang bang couple hits get a deep sleep
then dump the grind out
you know i chief keef
it ain’t no feeling like that kush when it’s in yo system
running sh+t, just let me smoke b+tch i’m ricky williams
i be always f+cking high
should get some extra rubbers
blunt man, i get faded like contested jumpers
it’s 4/20
kush clock tick+tock
strong pack, you can smell it through the zip+loc
so i obviously was tired when i wrote this rap
laid my vocals on the track then i’m blowing back (carlo)
so i obviously was tired when i wrote this rap
laid my vocals on the track then i’m blowing back

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