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letra de (shh)moke - slyte

take yo -ss to sleep

[verse 1]
go ahead, light ’em up
if you rolled them b-tches, light ’em up
if you didn’t, slow ya roll then b-tches
i don’t give a f-ck who ya sucked up for the right strain
tough luck
i ain’t that guy, but i’m that high
maintenance for great sh-t, that fire
wifi in tha backhouse, not uh
get the good times rollin’ with the cha cha
i can’t describe the vibe i get
when i smoke out six b-tches, and five i hit
bumpin’ d-1-2, burnin’ some tye die sh-t
rippin’ a tye die shirt, to wipe my tye die d-ck
aw sh-t, i think i lost it
or maybe not, she drippin’ like faucets
when the base kick in, she dippin’ her posture
like bounce with it with it bounce, n-gga it’s awesome
when a n-gga talk bad business, ya lost me
say it with me now (f-ck n-gga, ya lost me)
i ain’t sayin’ i can’t afford pay attention
it’s just the price on my mind, n-gga it’s costly
i’m bossin’, like chief la wheeze
slyte p-ss the blunt, before ya speak ya peace
i know my eyes easter pink, but please believe
a n-gga don’t need the weed, but love the weed
-muah-
kiss and hug the weed, now i’m out of it
by the sound of it, no counterfeit
got a lot of it, come chill
but only if ya f-ck with the tracks
(that’s real)
that’s how a n-gga feel, besides airborne
never paranoid, nope nope stare more
not a humanoid, i’m above that sh-t
if ya love this sh-t, grab a bong sing along

[chorus]
got ya bills paid? got ya kids straight?
then f-ck what they sayin’ go ahead
smoke that sh-t, n-gga
got ya money right? oh ya money tight?
sh-t, f-ck it anyway, grab a light
smoke that sh-t, n-gga (2x)

[verse 2]
here i am, but there i was
sat stuck in the makin’ of a spud
(hmm)
i could quit this sh-t, but won’t budge
all my generation rolled in the blunt
(hmm)
any given sensation, when i face it
never really matchin’ up, plus
when get the hesitation, all my n-ggas in tha cut
blowin’ smoke like the pastor does
(trust)
so p-ss that, before that, ash that
like my n-gga sp-ce goat, gotta hash that
then it’s back to the cheese like a lab rat
got to get that, when i get it, got to sit back
i’m smooth like that dog, i’m cool that
ya don’t get it, sit back and take a pull like that
yeah
just keep it all in, i keep cool like that
oh yeah, grab a bong sing along

[chorus]

throw down on the sack
(you leechin’ -ss b-tch)
throw down on the sack

- slyte

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