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letra de coppin' l'z - jsbxghoul

(hook):
all my n-ggas wanna do is go and cop l’s/ (what?)
i ain’t talking losses n-gga, they be smoking well/ (ahh)
(weed in my pockets, weed, weed in my pockets) (2x)
all my n-ggas wanna do is go and cop l’s/ (what?)
i ain’t talking losses n-gga, they be smoking well/ (ahh)
(weed in my pockets, weed, weed in my pockets) (2x)

verse 1:
pockets full of sunshine, look into my ray bans/
i been getting super high, mary jane lapdance/
cannabis, kentucky gr-ss/
thc, mermaid -ss/
hemp seeds, fertile land/
roll up, cancel plans/ (yeah!)
i’m getting smacked in the crib with a freaky smurf/
says she doesn’t normally do this ‘less she smoking on some purp/
strawberry kush in the dutch and some sour apple/
now we meditating, levitating, discussing string theory and/
our sp-cial occupation/
racial degradation, democratic face on a fascist nation/
romans, christians, sumerians, pagans/
egyptians and the annunaki, nephilim/
the dead sea scroll missing pages/
then we have s-x, turn the pages/
have some dominos, checking pages/
post one for the snap and gram but not each other’s faces/ (nah)
put my clothes back on, time to scram, then she dropped some grams/
then we looked at each other, said f-ck it, then we canceled plans/

(hook):
all my n-ggas wanna do is go and cop l’s/
i ain’t talking losses n-gga, they be smoking well/
(weed in my pockets, weed, weed in my pockets)(2x)
all my n-ggas wanna do is go and cop l’s/
i ain’t talking losses n-gga, they be smoking well/
(weed in my pockets, weed, weed in my pockets)(2x)

(bridge) 2x:
if you smell it on me, don’t make it hot for me/
i copped off the big bro, he copped off the og/ (he did!)
sitting in the lab, with the squad steady baking/
beware of what you smoke, you may come down woke/

(verse 2):
all n-ggas say is drink water, stay woke/
thinking that they different for the sh-t they say when they smoke/ (f-ck ’em)
honestly, i rather meditate and namaste/
i been busy working on this tape like every f-ckin’ day/
not many n-ggas can relate to half the sh-t i say/ (they won’t)
top any n-gga’s plans to detach my soul and brain/
how high can you get when your soul weighs that much in gold?/ (how?)
what’s time to a young n-gga feeling so, old?

(outro):
weed in my pockets, weed, weed in my pockets (3x)

- jsbxghoul

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