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ofuh real – smoke weed & rap all day lyrics

here goes blunt number four…

all day today i’mma relax and smoke some weed
and bust raps till my lungs collapse n my throat bleeds
when i have weed i never tell people
“come and smoke with me”
and why is that?
cause there’s more for me
i’ll smoke some trees omg i love doja
i smoke good buds
i don’t f-ck with dirt like hova’s shoulders
you get high off the aroma alone i go so up
and high that police helicopters pull us over

fool it’s over
my flow is jehovah
throw hoes till the toilet soiled all over
don’t choke on my scr-t-m
i’m stoking your hoe till her v-lv- is swollen
i roll a hole in my bowl
i’m smokin some yoda
oh my lord i’m the coldest

whoa
that sh-t caught you a little off guard didn’t it
i opened your mind and i took the biggest sh-t in it
you want a hit of this girl?
well smoke my d-ck first
i f-ck a b-tch so good i’ll make her p-ssy lips burp
i don’t work in the field but i be picking them grapes
i’m so high i b-mped my head on the ceiling of sp-ce
i f-ck your wife in the bed and have you sit on the couch
i’ll sh-t on the illest mc
d-mn i sh-t on myself
whoever said i’m not sick is lying
i’m sicker than getting a hard d-ck from kids crying
you mad i see you mean muggin with hate in your eyes
man that sh-t goes nowhere like when atheists die
i’m in sp-ce i’m high puffin og kush
if i share my blunt with a b-tch she owes me bush
i can’t stand it when hoes ask questions like do i love her
i’ll never answer like if you ask stevie wonder his favorite color
i need a record deal like rick ross need a t-shirt
if i don’t get signed f-ck it i’ll smoke till my teeth burn
i’ll jump in some p-ssy feet first and get all up inside of it
bring my pillow and toothbrush and i’ll go spend the night in it

mic check 187 testing testing
it’s going down like a pigeon that lost it’s left wing
if you’re a b-tch -ss n-gg- just leave the room
and run fast like stoppin the bus from leaving you
good evening dude
i’m on weed and shrooms
took off my shoes so i don’t dirty your ceiling fool
cause i get that high
smoke till my throat’s sore
i used to smoke a lot back then
but now i just smoke more

while i’m taking a shower i spark some pot
so my lungs get more fire than an arson’s thoughts
in the morning you never catch me next to the coffee pot
but you’ll catch me with a blunt in my hand
coughing pot
you call em haters
i call em secret fans instead
got them trying so hard not to bob their heads
like i wasn’t bobbing my head i was stretching my neck
man quit lying to yourself you know i’m the sh-t

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