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lil boosie - i smoke blunts lyrics

i smoke blunts
(with pimp c)

[verse 1: lil boosie]
i smoke blunts on a regular
so much it’s etcetera
eyes red behind my locs make me two steps ahead of ya
since 14 i smoke green everyday of the week
i might lace my blunt with codeine til it put me to sleep
and all my 20’s look like dimes ’cause i’m tryna get rich
ain’t satisfied with 4 zeros so i’m climbing for 6
and i’m the hardest lil n-gg- rapping and i’m making it clear
that i’m gon still be smokin blunts til god take me from here, what!

[chorus: pimp c]
i smoke blunts on a regular
f-ck with it cops
i’m tryna make a million dollars outta quarter ounce
i smoke blunts on a regular
f-ck with it cops
i’m tryna make a million dollars outta quarter ounce
i smoke blunts on a regular
f-ck with it cops
i’m tryna make a million dollars outta quarter ounce
i smoke blunts on a regular
f-ck with it cops
i’m tryna make a million dollars outta quarter ounce

[verse 2: lil boosie]
bronson gave me my first dime told me to pimp that b-tch
after that i fell in love with smokin limbs and sh-t
and mama shaking her head, say i’m a -sshole
pull all nighters and still fall off in cl-ss blowed
come next week and i’m gon be missing in action
i know i got a warrant so i’m finna get to stackin
i’m steady gon be smokin man
i’m steady gon be chokin
went to cali with pimp c and burned some indo by the ocean, what!

[chorus]
i smoke blunts on a regular
f-ck with it cops
i’m tryna make a million dollars outta quarter ounce
i smoke blunts on a regular
f-ck with it cops
i’m tryna make a million dollars outta quarter ounce
i smoke blunts on a regular
f-ck with it cops
i’m tryna make a million dollars outta quarter ounce
i smoke blunts on a regular
f-ck with it cops
i’m tryna make a million dollars outta quarter ounce

[verse 3: lil boosie]
i smoke so much sh-t til i can’t cope with nothing
i’m fresh out the paris so sh-t i gotta smoke me something
if i don’t i might explode and go get a fall of dust
some gon have my mind right and have a n-gg- ready to bust
get my b-tch full of that killa ’cause we thuggin the game
both our eyes be blush eyed plus our slugs the same
and long as i’m burning killa ain’t no judge finna tell me to stop
and if he ask me i’m gon look at him and tell him i’m not
i smoke blunts, n-gg-!

[music]
[chorus]

- lil boosie lyrics

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