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letra de twist it, hit it, light it - dj paul

[hook/samples] 4x
grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed

twist it, hit it, light it
twist it, hit it, light it
that’s the, that’s the

[verse 1: gangsta blac]
days (?) i’m chiefin’ hay, i’m still feelin’ good
dodgin’ all you freak beasts, see me later
alligators up to no good
watch my head swell, watch me choke, i can’t take this dope
i’m blinder than a motherf-cker
can’t see through this cloudy smoke
paul and crunchy black brought a s-izz-ack
got they half a (?)
lil fly in a daze, skinny, scarecrow got some mary j
feelin’ kinda nice, cigarette spice twice as nice as ice
i’m high as a eagle with no wings, full of ghetto hype
lil buck-ah, i’m so stuck-ah
what the f-ck-ah you put in this blunt?
porterville all of … some (?) skunk
chillin’ in my chronic zone, i’m blink to the f-ckin’ bone
sack after sack plus a yac, now it’s on john
kick back like a mack, that’s a fact, take a chill pill
not no baby face but you know gangsta got some d-ck-appeal
twist it, hit it, light it; that’s the way that shit’s supposed to go
inhale real quick, now hold it, watch my nigga skinny flow

[hook/samples] 4x
grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed

twist it, hit it, light it
twist it, hit it, light it
that’s the, that’s the

[verse 2: kingpin skinny pimp]
smokin’ dope, coughin’ smoke with my nigga gangsta blac
lil gin got another sack (lil buck roll up somethin’ fat!)
as we chief, sleep – woke, flamin’ … 5.0
similar to the gun through my nose
so high, h-a-y, slice the blunt, light green shit
white boy ricky keep that shit
so we choked up every night and day
liquor store bound for the b-mpin’ face
rent-a-room full of g’s
gettin’ real high and take they cheese
that’ll work, i’m on up here on saturn while they down in earth
smokin’ babbage just like smokin’ horse shit my nig
(we rollin’ the swisher sweet fat as my d-ck
and you niggas guaranteed to get high off that shit!)
blow a junt, let’s get drunk, cause we crunk off that skunk
funk, blunt, head rush
(whatever y’all do, don’t flirt on my crush)
(get buck, get buck, get buck)
at the club we makin’ hoes scream while them niggas shout
first we get hydro mane, then we turn that b-tch out
b-mpin’ face got me fallin’ on my face, playa
when it enter my body, don’t stop, i’m finna:

[hook/samples] 4x
grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed

twist it, hit it, light it
twist it, hit it, light it
that’s the, that’s the

- dj paul

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