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potluck - smokin on a blunt lyrics

smokin on a blunt, sippin on a drink, crown royal royal blunts can i have another please
smokin another blunt, sip another drink, crown royal royal blunts got me holdin in my seam.
smokin on the blunt sippin on the drink, crown royal royal blunts got me smokin like a fiend.
smokin another blunt blunt, sippin another drink, crown royal royal blunts i’ll be the f-cked up king.

rollin up a blunt, get high. puff puff and p-ss it to the right. smokin a little bit of weed tonight, sippin another drink and i’m takin flight. see the girl right beisde of me, so d-mn fine that wouldn’t believe, so fine that’s shes willin to weave, i think i’m in love i wanna f-ck this breeze. wanna take her home lay the bone make her moan and then get more stoned, wanna smoke the bong, hit the zong, drink a drink we gonna get so blown. potluck and we givin a f-ck, and i smoke the smoke with us, humboldt don’t choke too much just blaze get drunk get a b-tch then get laid. it’s the way i do it when i rock the show. you love me like mcenroe. pick a ho then i gots to go, back to the hotel and lock the do’. my life is so complete, i could not ask for more, so many wh-r-s i’m like a kid up in the candy store. my beat be b-mpin now, smoked dro we buy the pound, my click we got that sound, when i’m smoke then i drink we pound the ground. your girl is stimulated, by mr. underrated,
i pentrated laid it down now let’s get faded.

i be sippin on a crown, smokin on the pound, a man that has the most fun in almost every town. life of any party, n-gg- doin naughty, i’ll be double fisting and can out-drink anybody. and everywhere i go, i got a lot of dro, i’m smelin like a skunk that died about a week ago. i get so high i just forget just where i need to go, and i’m sorry if this liquor got me speakin slow. but i’m a take a toke, and have another smoke, then have a third one why not this sh-t is fun. i never sniff the c-ke, i like to drink and smoke, but hate it when i throw up all over ya, get sick and choke. i party real hard, like i’m a rapstar, except i’m h-lla broke and yes i got that same car. so meet me at the bar, and bring your bank card, and treat your boy to some drinks for goodness sake dog.

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