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william crooks - mild sauce lyrics

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[intro]
man this sh+t f+ckin’ stupid
b+tch i got it

[chorus]
two bags, got two bands
yeah, f+ck it hit the pipe feel like blue man
y’all lookin’ kinda green, feel like blue man
i just hit the f+ckin’ weed, don’t need new friends

two bags, got two bands
yeah, f+ck it hit the pipe feel like blue man
y’all lookin’ kinda green, feel like blue man
i just hit the f+ckin’ weed, don’t need new friends

[verse 1]
back it, back it up, shut it down
word of mouth, push around
pack it up, smoke me out (smoke)
hundred pounds, run around
run a, run a check
shut your mouth (bih)
shut your motherf+cking mouth

money up, put money down
all this cheddar, i’m a mouse
lotta zeros, i can’t count
lotta zeros, i can’t count
lotta diamonds in my mouth
95, go south
yeah, i’ma get the bag, b+tch
what the f+ck?
pack it up
move it like a mack truck
look at us
hold me down, city boy actin’ up
i got f+cking harold’s chicken on my ski mask
quit my job, pray to god i don’t relapse, yeah

[pre+chorus]
so much money in my pocket
boutta spend it all on myself
yeah, b+tch i got it

so much money in my pocket
boutta spend it all on myself
yeah, b+tch i got it

[chorus]
two bags, got two bands
yeah, f+ck it hit the pipe feel like blue man
y’all lookin’ kinda gree—gree— blue man
i just hit the f+ckin’ weed—hit the f+ckin’ weed—hit the f+ckin’ weed, don’t need new friends

yeah, f+ck it hit the pipe feel like blue man
y’all lookin’ kinda green, feel like blue man
i just hit the f+ckin’ weed, don’t need new friends
[verse 2]
when i die, put my ashes in a gucci bag
roll me up, smoke it up
that’s a spooky pack
in the crib iced out on my spooky black
when i die, pray they do not make my movie bad

[chorus]
two bags, got two bands
yeah, f+ck it hit the pipe feel like blue man
y’all lookin’ kinda green, feel like blue man
i just hit the f+ckin’ weed, don’t need new friends

two bags, got two bands
yeah, f+ck it hit the pipe feel like blue man
y’all lookin’ kinda green, feel like blue man
i just hit the f+ckin’ weed, don’t need new friends

back it—
i just hit the f+ckin’ weed, don’t need new friends
i just hit the f+ckin’ weed, don’t need new friends

- william crooks lyrics

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