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jakesand, babytron & glockboyz teejaee - cheech & chong lyrics

[intro: glockboyz teejaee]
(d+mn, jakesand)
(rado)
(come on) yeah

[verse 1: glockboyz teejaee]
this real money, it ain’t gon’ cost to get you bagged up
i’m in the sp+ceship, the only reason that we ain’t flyin’ ’cause i’m baggin’ up
bro in the ‘cat, he hit the gas and f+cked the streets up
she gave me neck, i put her out and threw my peace up
i’m right back to the hood, the money callin’, it’s my money phone
these hoes love a rich n+gga until his money gone
i like when that money counter goin’ nuts, that’s my favorite song
i’m just thumbin’ through them hundreds tryna sing along

[verse 2: babytron]
me and brodie facin’ eighths, we look like cheech and chong
loose leafs and slap woods, y’all can keep the bongs
make a b+tch talk to the hand like she readin’ pong
f+ck a wintertime grind, this hustle four seasons long
all these puppies in the kitchen, you would think we breedin’ dog
should i put the smackdown on it? should i leave it raw?
feel like i done heard everything, i done seen it all
second that i bust a nut the moment that i peep her flaws

[verse 3: glockboyz teejaee]
yeah
tron dodgin’ fans, i’m in the hood dodgin’ the law
told me to meet him in la, i’m tryna get the bag off
matter fact, i’m finna grab fifty bags, zack raldolph
tron crazy, got a new plug on the drank, then he ran off
n+gga, i face big blunts, pull my own stunts
me and tron in the srt pourin’ fours up
before rappin’, i was on the coin loadin’ up
you hang with me, then bring a band+aid, b+tch, i’m really cut
[verse 4: babytron]
i was taught you touch a hundred, put a fifty up
have you ever seen a sixty off a giffy run?
b+tch act like she a hundred, got her titties done
put a switchy on the pistol, turned it to a mini gun
first time i seen a bag, i had to get me one
pop out, make the cat walk, hoppin’, watch the kitty run
all that actin’ like you tron, you just jimmy son
every time you see me blow a cloud, i got hippie lungs

[verse 5: glockboyz teejaee]
come on
you see that b+tton on the back, you hit it once and it start stutterin’
i just used her to suck my d+ck and you be lovin’ her
you the type of n+gga f+ck a rap b+tch
then come and get the ‘bows sent from cali and the pills from canada
we left the club, they sweepin’ money off the floor, call the janitor
that was after we had f+cked the club up, i know they mad at us
made a mistake and dropped an eight in one pop
weed so strong, this the kind of sh+t that’ll blow you out your socks

[verse 6: babytron]
your b+tch blew me out of mines
i’m a steak hibachi guy, my b+tch eat sushi when we dine
you would think it’s nick at nite, i shot a movie with my slime
you would think it’s gta, i shoot the uzi while i drive
ask the plug his eta, i’m gettin’ moody without za
pop thicker than a snickers, made a smoothie with the wock’
cops askin’ if i’m smokin’ on a doobie, it’s a prop
i ain’t askin’ roolie, nah, you just a goofy if we opps, sh+ttyboyz

- jakesand babytron glockboyz teejaee lyrics

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