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christ dillinger - ima kill the weed guy lyrics

[verse 1: xhris2eazy]
feet up while i’m counting all my cash
uh, feet up while i’m smoking on the dash
uh, pants filled up with the white ash
sipping on this liquor like a pirate, need an eyepatch
she was tryna f+ck me, i was chilling on the ipad
drug dogs always tryna sniff my b+llsack
come pass you down, come strip you down
uh, strip you to the socks, stomp you with some rocks
i just popped a perky, now i’m finna start tweaking

[verse 2: acid souljah]
i been drinking lean, purple come out when i’m peeing
i know i’m blowing up, i got 833 reasons
d+mn, i just poured thc up in my apple juice
touch down in new york, i’m drinking martinelli’s apple juice
if you ain’t money ready then i’m finna smack you
“eugh,” that’s how i feel when i hear ya’ll bullsh+t music
based negative, we the bеst to ever do it
i feel like playboi carti whеn i’m dropping music

[verse 3: pistolero2k]
yeah, aye
hop up in the [?], that sh+t it stank
pull up to crack some, smoking on dank
ten bands [?] straight to the bank
hit with the perc, got me serving my fate
aye, yeah, and her bootyhole brown but the p+ssy pink
3.5 in the [?] it stank
ain’t talking ‘bout guap, ain’t doing no feat
come with that bag, my pocket’s gon’ eat
might k!ll with that choppa, my choppa gon’ eat
uh, yeah, my choppa gon’ munch
i pull your b+tch, i f+ck her in the b+tt
pull up to christ’s and smoking on runts
call up like b+tch, i don’t give no f+cks
with seb, we sipping on tuss
and we got [?] and i got act
pop me an e, don’t know how to act
hop in the [?], said no cap
[verse 4: christ dillinger]
when the beats come in, we gon’ get them out
dumb b+tch drunk as f+ck, shut your mouth
every beat i get on i f+ck it up
that’s your main b+tch, why she f+cking up?
walk in my house, fridge full as f+ck
so many beverages that it’s ‘bout to bust
i always got food up in my fridge
opps never have food inside they fridge
i’m still in the hood selling weed
[?] the community, i bought some weed
don’t even try to tell me it’s exotic weed
this the kind of weed [?] 15
this weed so ass it won’t light up
this weed burning faster than the blunt
this weed so ass i’m about to cry
about to bring this weed back to the weed guy
my head hurt, i’m not even high
this weed tastes like onlyfans and dirt
this weed smell like [?]
this weed came in a stupid ass bag
this weed came with p+rn on the bag
the p+rn better than the weed
the weed is worse than the packaging
‘bout to slap the f+ck up out the packager
i’m the type of n+gga shoot the messenger
i started smoking this weed and i got mad
this weed shouldn’t even be in a bag
why the f+ck you selling this dumbass weed
slap the f+ck out you and break a knee
this weed so bad i’m drinking beer
i don’t even like drinking f+cking beer
this weed dumb as f+ck and it’s g+y
smoking this stupid ass weed ruined my day
she f+cking her nose up with the k
i got 30 grams of crack cocaine
fly hood ass n+gga stuck in my way
n+gga try to rob me, it won’t go his way
i’m smoking on top shelf every day
except when i bought your weed, not that day
gotta get a pie, can’t sell a slice
backyard brawl with the [?] both slice
we gon’ jump the pot like a [?]
trapping harder than a black game of life

- christ dillinger lyrics

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