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letra de nimbus - chuuwee

[intro]
that’s the good gas right there
it’s got the crystals on it
sh-t man i swear i wrote this whole joint in like three hours
(that sh-t got my throat dry)
i just got my weed back-up too
(where the water at?)

[verse 1]
said i just ran out of weed i just re-up right now
said i’m high as a motherf-cker, right now
all that hootin’ and that hollerin’ gon’ make me come down
b-tch i comin’ down throat in your favorite part of town
she say why the f-ck you always out of bounds
pull up with the pound she say finally the herb come around
she say finally you nerd is going down
so absurd its profound nothin’ like it i’m the weirdest n-gga ’round
its spokane with a hundred round dab to put me out
bring em out
smoker lungs b-tch bring ’em out
don’t be puffin’ on my joint if its gon’ make you tap out
don’t be touchin’ on my d-ck if you won’t put it in yo mouth
all that gossip you be on you need to calm yo ass down
who the loudest of the loud?
proudest of the crowd?
knockin’ n-ggas off
kickin’ b-tches out
kickin’ big sh-t
feet out on the couch
d-ck out on the artemis she pressed against the ground
at my favorite bus stop and i ain’t been here in a while
haven’t texted in a minute always down for something wild
always up for an adventure that’s what kind of b-tch i’m ’bout
steady turnin’ n-ggas on but then turn them n-ggas down
stay curvin’ motherf-cka’s like the curb against the ground
stayin’ on the highest fashion like it’s going out of style (wow)
thicker than a brick i might destroy this b-tch’s house
f-ck animal style i be pullin’ in n out

[bridge]
said i just ran out of weed i just
oh sh-t hold on
gimmie a second that sh-t is kinda strong
wait let me see it one time
(n-gga you took five hits)
said i just ran out of weed
i’m tryna’ get hold on
said i just ran out of weed
i just re-up right now

[verse 2]
like the flu i been passin’ my phone number ’round
i’m like finally them hoes come around
she like finally i found you i been searchin’ for your page for a while
finally i’m ’bout to lay that ass down i was puffin’ on a pound
i gotta keep a lot of those now
i’m stayin’ out by the galapagos now archipelago
chez i got the heat to make a volcano ask if you can turn the heat down
no concern for these clowns
smokin’ third degree pounds that’s gon’ burn me
now i got her gat bang yearnin’ tryna’ cut me like surgery
come vanilla soft serve me in the rag top swervin’
champion gas seven six doctor irving
bring em out
smoker lungs b-tch bring em out
don’t be chiefin’ on my reef if its gon’ make you tap out
three stoned and dabbed out she start pullin’ tabs out
i’m already in the zone that’s gon’ knock a n-gga down

- chuuwee

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