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chuuwee & trizz - dispensary lyrics

[intro]
1,2,1,2,1,2

+automated call message+

look…. what the f+ck you mean? i just called this dude yesterday, i was supposed to meet him this morning
man n+ggas be testing my patience dude, if you ain’t really the f+cking plug you shouldn’t be trying to get my number. groupie ass n+gga i’m just trying to get high dog

[verse 1: chuuwee]
yeah
dispensary was loaded like a game screen
always come and grab a pound of that and smoke the same thing
when you backwood or spliff it it’s the same team
true story i first started this at 18
and now not a cookie or gelato strain phase me
i’m smoking like the chimney or the train be
smoking in the challenger i gotta keep the reefer from my baby
but pray she find a swisher when she 20 and get sp+cely
curtained in the thickest cloud of smoke n+gga drape me
10 gold chains like mr. t was on the a team
b+line racing for the re+up like chase me
chase bank so i can tip the waiter what she bring me
sky high as the bees knees, fake as shangri
lost horizon, james hilton down the wayfree
keeping all the windows down up the main street
left bus on main street officials can’t phase me

[chorus: trizz]
aye
i don’t believe em these n+ggas always acting like i need them
they say they pulling up, i never seen em
n+ggas fiending acting like i never feed em
we be cheifing, getting munchies, we be eating
i don’t believe em these n+ggas always acting like i need them
they say they pulling up, i never seen em
n+ggas fiending acting like i never feed em
we be cheifing, getting munchies, we be eating

[verse 2: trizz]
oh my god, these n+ggas like b+tches on my kn+b
i don’t feel them cause i’m always on my job
with the mob in the kitchen eating pasta like a slob
if you can’t get it, let me show you how to rob i’m somewhere smoking on potent with my squad
floating, slow motion, on the ocean with my braud
n+ggas ain’t knowing she can roll a whole quad
and well put together all natural no mods (uh)
no fraud imma get it on god
call my own shots that go in no lobbing
we get even for thinking there’s no odds
n+ggas sleeping and believing ain’t giving us no applause
i’m appalled, got mad fans and money in my drawls
buyng all this weed and spending money in the mall
i ain’t playing, i want my f+cking money when i call
before i pull up with my dogs just ready to end it all

- chuuwee trizz lyrics

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