Kicka - Dashboard | Текст песни

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fuck up smoke weed
fuck up smoke weed
fuck up smoke weed chill

rolling up in the back of the club
me ma nigga milla getting iz molla
still on that classic shit like mike miller
telling bitches dont kill the vibe coz,
i just wanna fuck
i just wanna fuck
i just wanna fuck
how many times should i say that bitch
hey, take a break go home let it cake
light em up one two smoke drink cup full
talking on the phone loud feeling slow legs weaking
but we still smoking,
round one fight, nigga we be burning
getting hungry food cooked yeah we be eating
fast forward that shit nigga you aint catch us
plenty of us like empty without us
dont get too low ya better step up
way too cold ya better be fucked up

we lay ya men down witha nganjah
he so damn high he cant say Jah
but we love em so we still roll em
give em be okay he said eleven
why? we dont care may be he need em
ringing at the door motherfucker who ya be?
watagwan boi watagwan?
watagwan boi watagwan?
uh, yeah and i know whats bout
so we keep it G thang G up
we so cover up eating nuts
lucky luck piss hell
so we do it no lie
for im looking at your face
but the mirror so blur
i cant understand it
lay me outta menu
guarantee i stay high so bliss
no lie get a kiss
money making machine i want that
but that shit so expensive


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