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prada west - you know lyrics

(intro)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
little some for my smokers
oh you know…

x2 (hook)
you know i love that smoke, you know i love that draw
steady touchin’ mary jane, you know i love hoe.. hoe
and never seems to seize, i’mma smoke it til i croke
and you know i fiend to chief

(refrain)
sooo..
chop-chop up some weed (chop it up)
chop-chop us some weed (let’s burn ’em down, b-tch)
chop-chop us some weed
chop-chop us some weed (let’s burn ’em down, b-tch)

(verse 1)
livin’ life on cloud nine, speak it’s given i fiend, itchin’ for an intermission, keep a spliff in my jeans
blowin’ gr-ss like a lawnmower, smokin’ on pot.. steady, ready just to burn, concerned with nothin’ but clockin’ fetti
but i representin’ the soldier, rollin’ and k!lla, stilla with a present this blunt ain’t holdin’ no filla, willa
ever quit? i’m thinkin’ not, i keep copin’ the smoke, i soak in chronic clouds and i’m proud, so i keep rockin’ the boat
so the phone, it’s on, we sip patron and known for blowin’ herb, observe me twist the zone, i’m gone, yeah
so i be faded as f-ck plus lazy and stuck but enough to grip the blunt and still blazin’ the dutch
’cause i love that loud, this thug is proud, a pound of kush i’m pushin’, p-ss-es wonder how
no sons aloud, with funds i’m found, and burn to calm my nerves, observe me smokin’ thick, it’s like a thunder cloud

x2 (hook)
you know i love that smoke, you know i love that draw
steady touchin’ mary jane, you know i love hoe.. hoe (oh-oh)
and never seems to seize, i’mma smoke it til i croke
and you know i fiend to chief

(refrain)
sooo..
chop-chop up some weed
chop it up
chop-chop us some weed
let’s burn ’em down, b-tch
chop-chop us some weed
chop-chop us some weed
let’s burn ’em down, b-tch

(verse 2)
check it, not a day goes by, i don’t get high, i love the herb and burn, observe me smoke it but i’m talkin’ and next it’s thai, chocolate but don’t ask why
i’m smokin’ thick, won’t switchin’, burn that b-tch, so watch me spinnin’ until the whole stash dry
their ain’t no seeds in my pot, i copp daily, and there no reason to stop, i thought.. maybe?
but i’m a fiend for the herb, you say you burn but son so thick i chief and leave your team on the curve (p-ss-es)
catch me journin’ some b-tter, bust the turf and choke, i’m high and quickly burnin’ another, brother
a savage chronic, clutch a habit honest with herb, i love to chase the high and ride the wave when i be spittin’ burbs
so p-ss the stash, i’m always trimmin’ them trees, i fiend to smoke and like it’s fall, i’m steady spinnin’ them leafs
chill in the breeze, with a blunt in hand, i fiend for the high, you know i’m stoned and smokin’ thick, when there’s a gleam in my eye

(refrain)
sooo..
chop-chop up some weed
chop it up
chop-chop us some weed
let’s burn ’em down, b-tch
chop-chop us some weed
chop-chop us some weed
let’s burn ’em down, b-tch

- prada west lyrics

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