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project born - getting fried lyrics

[chorus]
how many blunts can you choke?
i wanna get high off that indo smoke
and blaze up another bud for homies that done died
you better recognize these players gettin’ fried

[verse 1: lil polk]
n+gga it’s that indo smoke that makes me choke
lil polk is in the house [?] smokin’ weed
and i’ma smoke it ’til i get broke
that buddha sess i smoke heat hits my chest it ain’t no joke
and n+gga i keep chokin’ and chokin’ ’til the early dawn
smoke that weed my n+ggas needy keep it dirty [?]
gettin’ fries late and high project born until i die
if you down with hard luck then throw your hands up to the sky
and watch this n+gga raise up and hit it like a real n+gga
get so f+ckin’ high i can’t tell you how i feel, n+gga
thought you knew, [?] puffin’ keep on puffin’
the chronic got me chokin’ take a hit you think i’m bluffin’
the project b+o+r+n [?] n+gga keeps you high
blew back down on your ass and we steady gettin’ fried

[chorus]
how many blunts can you choke?
i wanna get high off that indo smoke
[verse 2: frank nitty]
i’m gettin’ fried, i’m gettin’ high but never froze
i’m blowin’ the indo makin’ that smoke come out my nose (n+gga)
the demon look away from me, i blow f+ckin’ hoes
[?] but never see me duckin’ hoes
blunts for kush with more [?] i get more [?] smokin’ that tree
i always get a n+gga what he wants, gettin’ fried
gettin’ fried high ’til you die, n+gga
i keep on gettin’ fried, why, ’cause i’m a fly n+gga
[?] love smokin’ buds flippin’ [?]
i get so high i think [?]
project mob blaze up, real n+ggas raise up
[?]
swisher sweet, [?] n+gga i ain’t tryna play and mr. nitty gettin’ high
[?]
fried up, they can get my fro cut
callin’ on my b+tch so i can get a ho nut
smokin’ up, smokin’ up, n+ggas keep on lokin’ up
playa hatas [?] off the indo that i’m chokin’ up
project born is in effect, tell me why you n+ggas [?]
[?] from the pjb, n+gga, we gettin’ fried

[chorus]
how many blunts can you choke?
i wanna get high off that indo smoke
[verse 3: half pint]
don’t pass me no [?] bud, give me what i need, n+gga
i’m talkin’ bout buyin’ weed, n+gga
and i’m gon’ smoke ’til my eyes closed
or ’til i can’t smoke no mo’, because that indo got me paranoid
i’m young and black, plus i’m unemployed
i ride around with my vision blurred
busta, i thought you heard, but i got a drop on the twenty+third
i know you b+st+rds wanna see us fall
motherf+ck a downfull, playa hatin’ n+ggas, f+ck all of y’all
it’s b+o+r+n ’til the day i die, can’t live my sh+t up in a lie
depression got me f+cked so i’m smokin’ fry
now two wrongs don’t make a right, so bust a left
as i empty this swisher sweet [?] bud up in my chest
biatch, and that’s how the story goes
’cause n0body knows what goes in the nose when the do’s closed
so [?] you up against
if this sh+t don’t make no dollars, then n+gga you know it don’t make sense
and now i gotta blaze for the homies that died
right back indo ass n+gga and best believe i’m gettin’ high

[chorus]
how many blunts can you choke?
i wanna get high off that indo smoke
and blaze up another bud for homies that done died
you better recognize these players gettin’ fried
how many blunts can you choke?
i wanna get high off that indo smoke
and blaze up another bud for homies that done died
you better recognize these players gettin’ fried
how many blunts can you choke?
i wanna get high off that indo smoke
and blaze up another bud for homies that done died
you better recognize these players gettin’ fried
[outro]
how many blunts can you choke?
i wanna get high off that indo smoke
and blaze up another bud for homies that done died
you better recognize these real [?] motherf+ckers gettin’ fried
“nine five, that new edition”

- project born lyrics

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