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If I take two draws from this
No chance I'm stepping outside
Please
Don't fuck up my high
Nah
Don't fuck up the vibe
I'm hoping my shot don't miss
But all now I ain't got no reply
Please
Don't fuck up my high
Nah don't fuck up the vibe
If I take two draws from this
No chance I'm stepping outside
Please
Don't fuck up my high
Nah
Don't fuck up the vibe
I'm hoping my shot don't miss
But all now I ain't got no reply
Please
Don't fuck up my high
Nah don't fuck up the vibe
Nah
Can't stagnate
I ain't taking a L throw it that way
To the left with the rest of the bad plays
No stress no shame with the Champagne
I could never put blame on a campaign
What I put in know I'm making it back
I know some man that are hating on that
Take 'em to the end credits where it's fading to black like
Yeah
I got the munchies so I need all of the pie (I need all of that)
Yeah
You can try son me still I stand tall your eyes
True say them man falling alie?
Is there really any point in calling your guys?
You've made no sales with all of that food blud
Huh was you ordering high?
(You was)
Yeah
Weed took me to a place that I always dreamed of
It's like without it I seem lost
I must try switch to the sea moss
It's just me & mi amigos
And we putting the game on notice
If you ain't think we could touch fame hold this (hold this)
Cah this takes a level of focus
Two pulls then I'm cutting thru
To the OG kush with the stunning view
I guess by nature I'm sonning you
I want M's, P's, W's
Not deals with a man in a fucking suit
Nah
All I needed was a couple goons
I seen outside bare troubled youths
Only God knows what this worlds coming to so
If I take two draws from this
No chance I'm stepping outside
Please
Don't fuck up my high
Nah
Don't fuck up the vibe
I'm hoping my shot don't miss
But all now I ain't got no reply
Please
Don't fuck up my high
Nah don't fuck up the vibe
If I take two draws from this
No chance I'm stepping outside
Please
Don't fuck up my high
Nah
Don't fuck up the vibe
I'm hoping my shot don't miss
But all now I ain't got no reply
Please
Don't fuck up my high
Nah don't fuck up the vibe
Just know that the mandem are peppering bine
Slap off the doors cah you get blam to the floor
Mana know that it's better inside
And your ting like Simon no, heavy decline
Man I thought that you man was up next
And she showing me love, but now her man is upset
You haffi go gym just to have a strong chest
One day your handling stress then heart attack
Pass the yak
I answer back to those who wan' fi chat to da marga man
The audacity they all mad at me
The truth is offensive on sensitive ears
(Huh)
Heard you're blending your fears
Man fuck GQ we're the men of the year
She smelling the wonderful scent on my ear
(Huhh)
Dior the brand on skin
Timbos on the feet I have to win
Trust me man I just have to win
No other choice actually fuck Dior
Man my sweat be the natural brand on skin
And shea butter
Nivea for the underarms
I need a space for like a hundred garms
I need a space for like a hundred kicks
No relay, we don't need to run off quick
Mediterranean Italian where
Louis Vuitton she rock Italian wear
Beautiful gyal I mek her stand up and stare
Belly was aching I was digging in there
Look what I found, it be original sound
Elegant posture with a brilliant style
Never imposter, niggas bringing their loud
Fling it on couch, and I got her nipples aroused
It's crazy
If I take two draws from this
No chance I'm stepping outside
Please
Don't fuck up my high
Nah
Don't fuck up the vibe
I'm hoping my shot don't miss
But all now I ain't got no reply
Please
Don't fuck up my high
Nah don't fuck up the vibe
If I take two draws from this
No chance I'm stepping outside
Please
Don't fuck up my high
Nah
Don't fuck up the vibe
I'm hoping my shot don't miss
But all now I ain't got no reply
Please
Don't fuck up my high
Nah don't fuck up the vibe