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letra de marijuana - slavmoney

[intro]
ask if i’m smoking?
of course

[verse 1]
ask if i’m smoking of course that i’m smoking i smoke every day boy you think that i’m joking
i smoke everyday till my lungs are imploding bombaklat
you don’t scr-p and you’re not a smoker so the f-ck makes you think you’ll survive in togher
my dutch blunt is packed to the crown in soaker
that’s how we dance here that’s how we smoke here

we be smoking like rastafarians bomba klat
smoke a doobie by myself before a show
i bless entire worlds with my rapper flow
face down -ss up on my d-ck sing rampapa
rampapa
rampapa
rababrababrababraba ram papa

i smoke a joint till think i’m an object
i get on my computer and do my english project
i always have ideas cause weed give you clear head
and between every word i smack that sp-ce bleh

smoking on a hundred bag it feels like its never over
we trap every day and we will pray that we’re never sober
get yourself a baggie build a joint and smoke with me
i give my blessings out here, a togher farmer

[hook]
marijuana feeds us, cures us, like its our healer when you’re in togher its not that hard to find a dealer you can make bank off it or you can lose all your money either way you’ll wake up with a sore throat every morning x2

[verse 2]
wake up every morning feeling like i’m in j-pan
i roll joints and i smoke them sham
i have a nice selection of different strains
each one finds a different way to f-ck with my brain
in every pocket you’ll find a lighter
with every rollie my head gets lighter
a rookie finna smell it and say it stinks, but is smells amazing if you’re with the sh-ts
good sativa got me seeing grim reapers
don’t think of soccer when i say fifa
sit at home with an ounce of biff
specimens rolling up another spliff
this isn’t the stone age don’t try to mace me
sit down brother and let’s get comfy
i think the thc barely hit my lungs and the effects of the boof have already hit me
smoke a blunt but the stocks don’t deplete
i think the ground is starting to merge with my feet
faces are geekin we so stoned we tweaking
we smoke an ounce and order a pizza
were so blazed like a fire at boston
stoned but we bout to light up the next one
barely see my homies cause its to cloudy
we be pulling gaffers, getting rowdy

thc, crystal resin
there is always bums cause my weed is sticky
smoke can’t leave cause i’ve closed the door
smashed up bongs laying on the floor
i think i won’t stay
but that’s a lie cause i get up in the am and trap till next day
learn one thing when it comes to weed learn it motherf-cker we don’t play

- slavmoney

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