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letra de quarantwenty - yung sweye

[intro]
yeah
quarantwenty
all 2020

[verse]
4/20 yeah 4/20 yeah is all that i know
i got the gas, yeah it’s all that i smoke
smokin’ dro with my bros yeah i ain’t a joke
jokin’ with me i’ll make you run like some yolk
all you po’ folks don’t know about my roots
hair used to be nappy pray to god that’s the truth (prayin’)
swear i’m so happy, blowin’ all these doobs
sittin’ real faded like “zoinks scooby doo” (zoinks!)
hopped up off my ass, then rolled up a few
put my pen to the paper, then i spat it in the booth
lost my friend in the vapor, too much smoke up in the room
i’m gettin’ high, see you later, feel the indica stuck in the groove
smokin’ them dabs, and eatin’ eddies too
mix it with the alcohol, feelings never felt before
crucified on the cross, make me feel invincible
drivin’ like i’m lost, road lookin invisible
i’m layin’ on the floor, dreams of wantin’ more
rollin up a forth, time to rap what you waitin’ for
(why you waitin?)
what my conscious says, show ’em you the best
trump gave us checks just to blow some smoke instead
xxplosive thoughts inside my head, all these steps to get ahead
speaking to a god, live hash has me feelin dead
grindin’ on some cod, warzone wreckin’ all
who you gonna call to the ‘lag one on one (another one)
yung sweye i’m the king, yeah you know it’s me
i’m the mvp, check my stats i’m even in the league (tell ’em sweye)
grindin’ that multi-p, damascus by end week
shouts to homie swagg reppin’ faze up to the f-ckin max
playin on that crash, rips between deaths
mobbin’ on these hoes got no time for disrespect (yuh)
this is all we do in the life of covid
sh-t it ain’t the best, to me this is just a f-ckin test (test us)
who would of thought, the government is payin’ us (racks)
just to sit at home, knowin’ we blazin’ up (luxury)
lay us off our jobs, so we can get tossed
complain to our boss “this check ain’t enough”
i’m just playin in the wind, spendin’ racks with all my friends
grindin’ for them better ends, girls shakin’ ass for dividends
livin’ rainy days, blowin’ kush smoke everyday
life doesn’t feel the same, stay inside my own lane (yeah)
[outro]
quarantwenty
all 2020
b-tch ass n-ggas yeah
hahahaha

- yung sweye

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