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letra de cali gold - godhandusa

[chorus: mongo]
i wanna roll, wanna chief, wanna smoke me a blunt
i-i-i-i can feel my eyes in the back of my head
i-i-i can feel my eyes in the back of my head
i-i-i wanna roll, wanna chief, wanna smoke me a blunt
i-i-i-i can feel my eyes in the back of my head
i-i-i can feel my eyes in the back of my head

[verse 1: mongo]
w-w-w-where i’m at, where i’m from, all my brothers hold a gun
i been known what it’s ’bout, change ya’ tone, get the dubs
get the crumbs, if you lack, stomp him in his f-ckin’ tongue
if he talk, on my soul, i’ma leave him prayin’, hoe
cali gold wrap the matte, pistol in my f-ckin’ lap
no mistake, no regard, everyday i’m goin’ hard
smoke my dope, cut the check, smoke it to the f-ckin’ neck
life is good, never stress, focus on what’s comin’ next
cali-born, b-tch i’m stayin’ down, i’ma take the crown
on my soul, shoutout tennessee, shoutout, h-town
g-o-d, live inside yo’ walls, ain’t no f-ckin’ joke
m-o-n, to the g, o
’cause that’s all i know
light the ‘piff, fry it while i cruise, this the life i live
you don’t like it b-tch? i don’t give a f-ck, suck my d-ck
g-o-d, always keep it real, hands up to the sky
puttin’ rounds, into demon-kind ’til the day i die
[chorus: godhandusa]
i wanna roll, wanna chief, wanna smoke me a blunt (woah)
i-i-i-i can feel my eyes in the back of my head
i-i-i can feel my eyes in the back of my head
i-i-i wanna roll, wanna chief, wanna smoke me a blunt (woah)
i-i-i-i can feel my eyes in the back of my head
i-i-i can feel my eyes in the back of my head

[verse 2: gonda]
i remember san jose before the iphone
in the street, that’s the only place that i know
drivin’ down to seal beach, from the lbc
on the pch, in the parkin’ lot, we tryna’ buy dope
way before dispensaries, i was the packman
eatin’ good, turn ’em to a ghost, i feel like pac-man
eatin’ ice cream with my girl, we bought a black and tan, and she black and tan, from the islands under j-pan
yeah she from manila, sippin’ coconut right out the can
she don’t like vanilla, gonda, he got some melanin
flippin’ dope, mr get ya’ fix, mr tell a friend
mr i could sell you 12 ounces for the price of 10
it feel like i’m writin’ holy scripture when i cl!ck the pen
been doin’ this music sh-t so long i rap in rem
when i’m sleep, in my dreams, melodies and bpms
any speed, i could rap forever when i’m feelin’ zen

[chorus: godhandusa]
i wanna roll, wanna chief, wanna smoke me a blunt (woah)
i-i-i-i can feel my eyes in the back of my head
i-i-i can feel my eyes in the back of my head
i-i-i wanna roll, wanna chief, wanna smoke me a blunt (woah)
i-i-i-i can feel my eyes in the back of my head
i-i-i can feel my eyes in the back of my head

- godhandusa

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