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stoneyyy wright - type of way lyrics

[intro]
young stoney wright
this for my stoners out there
light that kush

[bridge]
my b-tches been f-cking, wanting me to buy em’ something
but i’m just sitting down smoking flavors
bout to, f-ck your, b-tch hard, you make her wanna use a vibrator
haha
i light the end of my sh-t!

[verse 1]
the weed i’m smoking make you feel some type of way
still on probation but f-ck it i’m getting high today
my b-tch so bad make yours wanna hide her face
mixing molly with the lean so i can fly away
see i know you feel some type of way
we don’t get feelings, we get hoes
all i do is spit fire, that’s why they wanna get close
i’m grinding till my wrist froze
cocaine all in the b-tch nose
she snorting while i get my zip rolled
uh!

[verse 2]
okay now let’s be real i know you feel some type of way (type of way)
when she suckin on my meat she say i got that tyson taste (tyson taste)
livin my life too fast, i might have to go and buy some brakes (buy some brakes)
adidas everything with designer shades (designer shades)
you the type to hate
i just like to get baked
trap the f-cking smoke inside my lungs and let my mind escape
and we all just living in h-ll trying to find a way
so i’m going to college
just paid my housing deposit
i run meridian like a faucet, that you never really turned off
everything i have, i f-cking earned dog
my daddy didn’t pay for this, my momma’ didn’t pay for that
say what you want about me b-tch just don’t say it to my back
ahh!
cause you claiming that you not fake (not fake)
your girl in good hands like my name was allstate (allstate)
hahaha

[verse 3]
screaming out free flacko
it’s going down like a pothole
adidas, love and pot smoke
f-ck you to the cops though
this year i paid twenty-five hundred cause the police be hatin’
when i pull out of my yard i know they be f-cking waitin’
but i never snitch for less sh-t
karina k my best b-tch
she text me when she wanna f-ck
i text back like you know what’s up
you got that lean, you better po’ it up
i’m from texas mayne, do what that mean?
i keep it trill as f-ck and always riding clean
400 for an oz is the price i pay
i say a prayer before i light the j
i like to do shrooms and ride the wave
keep my gr-ss short cause it hides the snakes
fake friends gonna’ act real but real friends are so hard to find
f-ck it though, it’s party time
wearing a’s, smoking j’s
she asking q’s, she getting k’d
when life gives you lemons, go ahead and smoke some lemon haze
it’s young stoney from adida gang
i’m working hard for an island home
you listening to time alone, 2

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