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steez click - rollin weed lyrics

[intro: se7en]
yeah, uh [?] f-ck [?]
hah, back, uh
say no, take no sh-t
sit the f-ck down, like that blunt, smoke that blunt
yeah, yeah

[chorus: se7en]
we rollin’ weed in the backseat
a couple chickies chill with me in the backseat
they say they daddys little girls, but they some d-mn freaks
and we gon’ do the same thing, every d-mn week
if they hate i tell em
“put your paper up, put your, put your paper up (yeah)
put your paper (uh), shawty, put your paper up (roll it up)
put your paper up, put your, put your paper up (uh)
put your paper, shawty, put your paper up” (yeah)

[verse 1: se7en]
bomb grade, rockin louis vutton shades
in all shades, we chase goose with lemonade
i’m feelin great, we’re gettin paid
ain’t gotta chase the paper cause it never runs away
so shorty what you say
she say she wanna kick it
rollin up the window turnin up the f-ckin system, ugh
yeah, i hit the l blowin’ smoke clouds
ain’t gotta stress cause i know the city so well
stoner b-tch say she like the way my clothes smell
we on the floor, i’ma f-ck her in the hotel
plane crash and she love it when i go down
so fast, she be beggin me to slow down
got weed, baby, roll it up
like books, my st–z got ’em foldin up
we in the lab all month, smokin h-lla blunts
makin money, you ain’t even gotta tell me once

[chorus: se7en & rise]
we rollin’ weed in the backseat
a couple chickies chill with me in the backseat
they say they daddys little girls, but they some d-mn freaks
and we gon’ do the same thing, every d-mn week
if they hate i tell em
“put your paper up, put your, put your paper up (yeah)
put your paper (uh), shawty, put your paper up (roll it up)
put your paper up, put your, put your paper up (uh, yeah)
put your paper, shawty, put your paper up” (yeah)

[verse 2: rise]
burning fire in the bong, you’d think we had a dragon in it
guap stacked like lincoln logs with dead people in it
soon i’ll be the richest n-gga, picture up and guinness
got that nuke brain, oh, thats your girl in venice
i’m a beats for that cream, st–z cl!ck gone be rich
i love silicone, you phony, b-tch
she can roll the blunt and do the splits?
then she the sh-t sorry to you losers sc, got another hit
ain’t talkin nascar but i’m gone in this mothef-cker
rollin up in 60 second blown in this mothef-cker
touch down, f-ck her, never say i loved her
used a rubber borned you call you std kinda mothef-cker
and i don’t have no time for no girl, no ways
so don’t be plannin on brandon marshall bouquets
met me smellin high todays scene brough to you by haze
twisted faces out in public lookin sideways

- steez click lyrics

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