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letra de signals - igres

[intro: alan watts]
a person who thinks all the time has nothing to think about except thoughts. so, he loses touch with reality and lives in a world of illusions

[verse 1: ak]
oh my god, i’m out of blunts, i see some n-ggas hittin’ that funk
one point five’s up in my pocket, now you know, i gotta’ drop it
take a pull from a junt, even though it’s on fire
mad coke and a blunt, mane, i think, i’m gonna die
smokin’ light green every day, z-dogg and the a.k
big hill, he’s got the fry, mane, i’m finna’ get high
kick my head to the back, blow a gun to my nose
let it flow to my brain, ’cause i’m goin’ insane

[verse 2: tommy wright iii]
i’m a street type n-gga
you know my kind, with that long jheri curl
player to my heart cause i can’t stick with one girl
gotta sell dope, cause a n-gga’s unеmployed
if trouble is something that i just can’t avoid
nеver step outside without the pump
i like to roll in style, so my fleetwood stays crunk
with my pants sagging so my underwear can show
braids in my hair, so my jheri curl can grow

[bridge: z-dogg]
smoke some, blow some, choke some
smoke some, blow some, choke some
smoke some, blow some, choke some
smoke some, blow some, choke some
[verse 3: z-dogg]
i said, d-mn, i ran outta phillie blunts
i gotta sit back and roll me some fat mack junts
because them tops they burn too f-ckin’ fast
thats why i smoke them blunts, because that sh-t’s gon’ last
we used to smoke swisher sweets, then we moved to phillies
but now, we smoke them [?], ’cause that sh-t is in me
them big boy blunts they better than the f-ckin’ papers
because we fill it up with weed, make it last till later

[verse 4: big hill]
smoke one, then choke one, but what, if you ain’t got one of them nyquil-blunts, full of that skunk?
i’m ridin’ down the streets, the [?] get them tampa sweets
me and taxx smokin’ that ink and drinkin’ that bumpyface
f-ck them coppers, f-ck them haters, they can’t fade us
we cuttin’ they throat with razors, [?] with some real n-ggas in frayser
if we come to kickin’ in doors and layin’ you snakes to the floor
smoke one, then choke one, big hill want more

- igres

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