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[intro: mr. b the poshtronaut]
heeeuugh!
f-ck, what time is it?
oh, sh-t, ugh
heugh, high as f-ck right now
tch! about to smoke again, though
yo, get the papes
i’ma grab the weed
let’s switch that sh-t up, n-gga
f-ck you waitin’ for?

[verse 1: mr. b the poshtronaut]
smoke the trees, high as f-ck, high as f-ck, high as f-ck
smoke the trees, high as f-ck, high as f-ck, high as f-ck
smoke the trees, high as f-ck, high as f-ck, high as f-ck
smoke the trees, high as f-ck, high as f-ck, high as f-ck
lsd trippin’, yeah your b-tch is p-ssy, yeah he’s drippin’
mr. b, 305 pimpin’, m.i.a, where i stay
p-ssy n-gga, f-ck you
rollin’ up a j with your b-tch, she don’t want you
mr. b, fresh as f-ck, ridin’ down collins
tell your b-tch that we don’t want no motherf-ckin’ problems
so i just smoke my weed, hotel suite, me and you
baby girl, do what you do, suck that d-ck ooh, ooh
yeah, i like the way you make me cum up in your mouth
fresh young n-gga from the f-ckin’ dirty south
yeah, you know we told them guns but me, i ain’t on that
i’d rather make my paper stack, get that sh-t, bring it back
put it in my backpack, gucci at that knapsack
f-ck with me, i can have your ass flattened like flatjack
yeah, yeah, mr. b, go ahead, rip the sh-t
yeah, yeah, mr. b, go ahead and rip the sh-t
[hook: mr. b the poshtronaut]
i’m so high, so high, so high
f-ck you, f-ck you, f-ck you, f-ck you, f-ck you, f-ck you
i’m so high, so high, i touch the sky
f-ck you, f-ck you, f-ck you, f-ck you, f-ck you

[verse 2: mr. b the poshtronaut]
lsd tab on my motherf-ckin’ tongue
mad f-ckin’ weed in my motherf-ckin’ lungs
b-tch, you don’t know the problems that you brung
but that’s okay, cause your girl over here and she sprung
off my d-ck, off my d-ck, yeah, she give that sh-t a l!ck
michael vick, michael vick, i’m a dog up in this b-tch
p-ssy n-gga, you can’t see me, it’s like you’ve been blinded
f-ck with me, my team, yeah, we be makin’ money
yeah, that did not rhyme, but i don’t give a f-ck
me and your b-tch, f-ckin’ back of eddie’s truck
and that’s just how i do it, every motherf-ckin’ day
roll a j, roll a j, yeah, that paper bring my weight
i, i, we, we, lsd, ecstasy, next to me
drugs, hoes, cars, clothes, yeah, yeah

[outro: mr. b the poshtronaut]
this motherf-ckin’ be the general, b-tch
for all y’all n-ggas out there, i just wanna let you know
i’m playin’ your b-tch’s p-ssy like some jazz piano
and this motherf-ckin’ smooth across some keys, n-gga
you feel me, motherf-cker?
smokin’ blunts with the n-ggas
n-gga, take a motherf-ckin’ chill pill
and for me, that’s my motherf-ckin’ weed sack, n-gga
throw it in the louis knapsack, you feel me?
check uh-huh, uh-huh
yeah, smokin’ weed, weed
gettin’ high as f-ck, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck
smokin’ weed, gettin’ high as f-ck, f-ck, f-ck
alright, playback

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