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letra de drugzzz - conrizzle

[chorus]
smoked my first blunt when i was seventeen
been a wild n-gga ever since
apologized to my momma though
coz i know she taught me better since
all my n-ggas smoking heavy, all my n-ggas smoking heavy
i know i got a problem, i don’t give a f-ck what n0body say
so i’ma let these drugs take away the pain

[verse 1]
my momma friend taught me how to smoke
and pimp c taught me how to pour up, rest in peace to the n-ggas die sippin drank
i sip a little bit and hope i don’t go the same way
i started with a gram now i roll a ounce
everyday, f-ck it same amount
stay away from a n-gga like me
if you ain’t getting money, poppin pills smoking weed
i bet my granny on her knees right now and she dont want to get another lost soul
but i know christ, i know jesus and when the times got harder i got closer to my demons

[chorus]

[verse 2]
feelin like there’s no tomorrow when the weed gone
i find a double cup and lean on
i ain’t worried bout a god d-mn thang
hand on my nuts while i grip the wood grain
uh, been in every city for a little bit and all these new n-ggas just sound like me
i guess that n-gga loochey be the new religion
so when you see me hit your f-cking knees
i pray the lord on my shadow
of all seeing eyes for when you n-ggas follow
i ain’t got no time for no booty hole

i keep the shades just to cover my eyes
smoking weed just as soon as i rise
no, but i won’t apologize
i’m thankful for another day and i know that there’s another way
but i need a whole lotta drank, whole lotta b-tches
whole lotta weed, whole lotta swishers take away the pain
i’m thankful for another day and i know that there’s another way
but i need a whole lotta drank, whole lotta b-tches
whole lotta weed, whole lotta swishers take away the pain

[verse 3]
f-ck it, i smoke it everyday
keep your -ss in church is what my granmomma say
lord knows i need cleansing for my soul
drop me in that holy water i might come out drapped in gold
hugh cutner sh-t my cousin is the weed man
used to p-ss the plates in church now we p-ssing blunts
i smoke it till my face numb then i face one
i roll about 4 or 5 or 6 and hoes
you barely could get one, sh-t

i’m thankful for another day and i know that there’s another way
but i need a whole lotta drank, whole lotta b-tches
whole lotta weed, whole lotta swishers take away the pain
i’m thankful for another day and i know that there’s another way
but i need a whole lotta drank, whole lotta b-tches
whole lotta weed, whole lotta swishers take away the pain…

- conrizzle

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