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letra de smoking on a sack - allied productions

[intro: ?]
smokin’ on a, smokin’ on a , smokin’ on a, smokin’ on a

[chorus: ?]
smokin’ on a-, smokin’ on a fat, smokin’ on a fat sack
smokin’-, smokin’ on a fat sack, drinkin’ on a pint of yak
smokin’ on a fat, smokin’ on a fat sack
smokin’-, smokin’ on a fat sack, drinkin’ on a pint of yak
smokin’ on a fat, smokin’ on a fat sack
smokin’-, smokin’ on a fat sack, drinkin’ on a pint of yak
smokin’ on a fat, smokin’ on a fat sack
smokin’-, smokin’ on a fat sack, drinkin’ on a pint of yak
smokin’ on a, smokin’ on a , smokin’ on a, smokin’ on a
drinkin’ on a pint of yak
smokin’ on a, smokin’ on a , smokin’ on a, smokin’ on a
drinkin’ on a pint of yak

[verse 1: mr. n-gga]
back up on the xanaxs, mr. n-gga on the f-ckin’ track
tryna spread my hustle, just got hit with a quick to pat
finna hit the cut with them harwords in my f-ckin’ hand
fifth of yak, 1.5 lookin’ for the bud, mane
ground pax, actin’ fools, fallin’ up in a whiteboard line
turn up the yak shotgun, tryna blow my mind
that’s how it is, when i’m out on a f-ckin’ track
smokin’ on a fat sack, drinkin’ on a pint of yak
[chorus: ?]
smokin’ on a, smokin’ on a , smokin’ on a, smokin’ on a
drinkin’ on a pint of yak

[verse 2: lil sko]
got the ganja, mane, me and dope, headin’ straight for the liquor store
finna blow a fat mack, bluff some with these n-ggas swole
fifth of yak, swisher sweets, on my way to dyson street
up, oh finna blow some more, i see my n-gga little p
gots me a gold console, i can start to fire up a mack j
high as a kite, when it’s time to get high, anyway i can hit that f-ckin’ hay
back to the budman house, man it’s cool, already fat
seven days a week i’m smokin’ a sack and drinkin’ a yak

[chorus: ?]
smokin’ on a, smokin’ on a , smokin’ on a, smokin’ on a, smokin’
drinkin’ on a pint of yak
smokin’ on a, smokin’ on a , smokin’ on a, smokin’ on a, smokin’
drinkin’ on a pint of yak

[verse 3: dj skimask]
like a mack go and relax, tryna slug in the north
see, when n-ggas are checkin’ and trippin’ and after rollin’ up a whole seed
of that hay, nothin’ i say, but pass me the ink mask
takin’ a doze, inhalin’ the smoke of ghanja from that megablast
back and forth, colission course, face to face with that shotgun
my n-ggas are fallin’ left and right, and know it that they want some
this is how i’m livin’, ’cause i’m doin’ it for the fat top
i’ll pass on a yak, but i can smoke another sack

- allied productions

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