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She don't wanna be left out | Letter hit the weed, this the best out | Came over to my crib with her chest out
She don't wanna be left out Letter hit the weed, this the best out Came over to my crib with her chest out Best friend hating, she the next one waiting She don't wanna be left out Letter hit the weed, this the best out Came over to my crib with her chest out Best friend hating, she the next one waiting Kickin' the box, but you gotta have patience Lame ass niggas, me and them, no relation Came over to my crib and catch your vibration 'Nother hundred million Thanks to Live Nation She love a pothead, we got good conversation Use my GPS to type the destination Told a homegirl to cook and Bring my fucking plate in never seen a G They be lookin' at me in amazement We 'bout to roll one up Full our cups with that good stuff She 'bout to come back up, take that up 'Cause she got that good stuff Big bags and late night bong drags Good kush, that's all we have Told her to use a cone ‘cause She don’t know how to roll Puerto Rican so her hair down to the floor We just fucked Now she wanna fuck me some more Make her wet, say she love my approach Hit her from the back Make her feel it in her throat Rolling up the kush Say my flavors really potent You ain't gotta ask around, girl, you know it Quentin Tarantino, when I see, I gotta focus I'mma leave her back broken Eyes closed and nose wide open Tired of them players Now you sitting where the coach at We 'bout to roll one up Full our cups with that good stuff She 'bout to come back up, take that up 'Cause she got that good stuff Spend a lot of money, so they know my name Different hella kush, you be glad I came Nigga acted up, put him in his place Wizzle got wings, Wizzle got errthing
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