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$uicideboy$ - $moke a $ack lyrics

[intro: sample & ruby da cherry]
this is a $crim beat
$moke a $ack, $moke a $ack, $moke a $ack
$moke a, $moke a, $moke a $ack
$moke a $ack, $moke a $ack, $moke a $ack
$moke a, $moke a, $moke a $ack
$moke a $ack, $moke a $ack, $moke a $ack
$moke a, $moke a, $moke a $ack
(continues in background)
dj $crim with that 808!
hey $crim can ya turn that up a bit please
yeah, yeah thats better
uh, 7th ward
oddy nuff da snow leopard
yah
smoking hash, spending cash
alright lets go
if, if, if, if…

[verse 1: ruby da cherry]
if smokin’ weed makes you dumb
then why not get some brain when you smoke that blunt
run it up, fill it up, roll it up, light it up
p-ss it over here cause i only hit it once
don’t let it run
i blowin’ smoke rings while you b-tches overdosing on my nuts
2 bad b-tches die
break which one of that block
oh well lets roll another up
yep i harvest all my crystals like apartheid
look like diamond diamonds on my weed, it make the gar shine
but it could be just the promethazine we painted on the door side
slowly burnin’, movin’ slowly
hurlin’ f-ck i’m f-cked up
smokin f-ckin blunts
eye’s redder than the cherry paint on my f-ckin’ car
b-tch please the way we movin’ we ain’t goin’ far
this that sh-t that chill you out, if you is gettin’ buck
smoked too much and all that you can say is what the f-ck
what the f-ck you look like my grandma
this weed must be too good
shiiii son, you buggin’ me out
maybe i should’ve bought you some reggie bush
get the image
yeah my weed look like grimace
pro at procrastinating i’m a menace
so high i look like i just left the dentist
smokin’ that weed that i bought from a chemist

[break: $crim & ruby da cherry]
you can rent it if you can’t afford it
i guess
$crim
i mean what you can have me do is get a g5 payment plan going it’s up to you man
yeah!
that right, you know it!
you know it! wooh!
yah, yah, yah
f-cky boi, leggo

[verse 2: $crim]
got a sack of that dope
smokin’ it with a couple b-tches laid back
get it throat while i’m blowin’ on that swisha
double cup, pour it up
take that actavis and a swisha
got these b-tches catchin’ nut
this that old school triple 6
yeah ridin’ slab, bending the corners
blowin’ sacks of marijuana
poppin’ pills, poppin’ soma’s then hit the dope till i’m in a coma
smoke a sack, smoke a sack, take that dope straight to your head
smoke a sack, smoke a sack, it’s g*59 until i’m dead
backpack with that work, got that heroin or that cocaine
sack fat, got them grams, dirty d with that work mane
backpack with that work, heroin or that cocaine
sack fat, got them grams, dirty d with that work mane

[outro]
$moke a $ack, $moke a $ack
$moke a, $moke a, $moke a $ack
$moke a $ack, $moke a $ack
$moke a, $moke a, $moke a $ack
$moke a $ack, $moke a $ack
$moke a, $moke a, $moke a $ack
$moke a $ack, $moke a $ack
$moke a, $moke a, $moke a $ack
$moke a $ack, $moke a $ack
$moke a, $moke a, $moke a $ack
$moke a $ack, $moke a $ack
$moke a, $moke a, $moke a $ack
$moke a $ack, $moke a $ack
$moke a, $moke a, $moke a $ack
$moke a $ack, $moke a $ack
$moke a, $moke a, $moke a $ack

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