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letra de treehuggin - dad (rap)

[intro]
yeah

[verse 1: dad]
what the deal, hoe?
need it for the real low
i be in the field though
catch a package
my plug, vacuum sealed those
elbows and kilos
what’chu need fo’?
oh, okay plee fo’
meet me at the texaco and keep it on the d low
my eyes real low
huggin’ fuggin’ trees hoe
i love weed hoe
i love weed, i hug trees
mary keep it trill
lil hoe pay my bills
au natural, i’on wanna do no pills
i smonk k!ll, i don’t wanna k!ll myself
i just wanna chill, and smoke crop
scr8 from the grow op
b-tch, you a motherf-ckin’ op
see it in your face, i don’t f-ck with ops
h-ll nah, i just talk to crops

[chorus: dad and london yellow]
i’m treehuggin’ in the fuggin’ field (yummy!)
yah, i smoke crop, gotta lotta yield (ooh, ooh)
kush got me in my f-ckin’ feels (woadie!)
treehuggin’ in the fuggin’ field (tree, ooh)
yah, i’m treehuggin’ in the fuggin’ field (treehugg)
i smoke crop, gotta lotta yield (ooh, woah!)
kush got me in my f-ckin’ feels (ooh, woah!)
yah, treehuggin’ in the f-ckin’ field

[verse 2: london yellow]
i hug my tree, hug your b-tch
smoke on her face, disappear like a mist
i feel like captain planet
i got a green thumb, godd-mn it
only smoke pack when i push back
my gr-ss spring back like a push pap
(push pop) uzi, stank like dookie, [?] got em spooky
suck on my blunt, no i don’t front
i need my casket, out off my -ss
meant to say b-tt on the track with my dad (daddy!)
if he get mad, put a doink in his hand (fat ol doinks)
uhh, b-tch i’m so lit that i forgot what i just said (what i just said)
smoke with your hoe, she might come back without a head
i met my dad in a bible
i’m a disciple
f-ck crackers and wine b-tch, you smokin that tribal
with the smoke in my lungs i’m a little delightful
matter of fact, its a fact i’m your grand mommas idol
grandmomma kisses
you might have a new uncle, i’m lit
the sh-t got me huggin’ on trees like a b-tch
i’m really in the field like a deer holy sh-t

[chorus: dad and london yellow]
(woah) i’m treehuggin’ in the f-ckin’ field
yah, i smoke crop, gotta lotta yield (gotta lotta yield)
kush got me in my f-ckin’ feels (in my feels, really)
treehuggin’ in the f-ckin’ field (in my, field)
yah, i’m treehuggin’ in the f-ckin’ field (in the field, yummy)
i smoke crop, gotta lotta yield (gotta lotta yield, yieldy)
kush got me in my f-ckin’ feels (hey, woah)
yah, treehuggin’ in the f-ckin’ field (woah, woah)

[outro]
huh, yeah

- dad rap

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