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Spinach Dip Lyrics - Artist : Nappy Roots
Stilley...
Gummies, suckers, dabs, oils, keef hash. Yea all that Smoke somethin' bitch! So high, so high, so high So high, so high, so high (Only the best though) It's a wrap (wrap). Run, tell ya mommy And don't come back 'less you got somethin' for me I never sold weed. I just traded it for money Rub a couple fingers and my thumbs together like Johnny (Manziel) No brown, strictly that green bay Cartel dirt weed, me no comprende Catch me in the hood rollin' blunts at the speedway Or blowin' wit' my white buddy listenin' to Green Day 25 years in my trunk up the freeway Can't say too much. Police on the stingray Cousin in the kitchen weigh it up then I re-weigh Go a little over so I give myself some leeway Smokin' on medicinal, high as my cholesterol Premium gas, 10% ethonol You can't keep the alcohol. You can keep the adderall Just keep ya hands off my flowers, dawg. (Stilley!) So high, so high, so high So high, so high, so high No I'm not a doctor with a Ph.D But I know a little somethin' 'bout THC (what's that?) I know it's good for ADHD PTSD, won't let 'em BS me I self-medicate. Don't need no doctor's orders I'm more than qualified to prescribe you a quarter Of that medical grade indica or sativa These flowers loud enough to blow a hole through ya speakers I be high as a tweeter, clippin' the meter Catch me open in the zone like ya favorite receiver Roll up a fat doobie, look like a tortilla Roll up the whole onion, call that a fajita Gon' need a breather. Gon' need more oxygen So much smoke in the air, I'm tempted to call the firemen You can't escape the fire when you stuck off in the frying pan Burn enough trees to fuck up the environment So high, so high, so high (smokin' on medicinal) So high, so high, so high (blowin' on medicinal) (Blowin' on medicinal) (Uhn... Yeah) From the sticks, no hoe shit We don't name our reefer. We just smoke the shit I'm laid back. Be the same when approachin', kid Smoke wax. You don't know just how potent this is Used to roll blunts. Now I pack vape pipes (Uhn) Gas mask, try this on get ya face right (C'mon) Gas Mask, CMK my homie stay tight We tryna run through this quarter before it's daylight East side, 4th Ward, we salute king Marijuana had me sleepin' through my hoop dream Leave the head shop, verse done at green top Can't stop it. I'm hooked just like Kareem's shot Smart water, indica by the quarter In the car I got more Jack Herrer I'm in Denver, CO making backorder Naked bitches trimmin' weed. That's a trap for ya So high, so high, so high (smokin' on medicinal) So high, so high, so high (blowin' on medicinal) So high, so high, so high (smokin' on medicinal) So high, so high, so high (blowin' on medicinal) So high, so high, so high (smokin' on medicinal) So high, so high, so high (blowin' on medicinal) |
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