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No Reason
She looking hot I gotta let her know (yeah, aye)
And I bet I can hit the spot before I hit the door (yeah, yeah, yeah, aye)
I think I got her, guess I gotta take her to my zone (well alright)
Taking shots to the head puffs to the dome
We gettin high can I take it home? (yeah)
Stack it in a shoebox motherfuck a bank
Doing filthy bussiness so my money go'n stank
I stress a lot so I smoke and I drink
Then I take a last shot, bang bang brain blank
Big pot full of dank for the gang
Motherfuck the cops I'm just trynna maintain
Know goon niggas strapped up with the nine
Hard work pays off even if it is a crime
Uh, nigga real recognize real
If you wanna sign us put a milli in my deal
You talk shit but you don't know how the fuck I feel
I'm a hustla nouveau gand neuf mille
And I'm fucked up in my throne, five in the morn'
High to the bone, how high can I go
Split another zip, roll another spliff then I
Hit it hit it till my eyes' fully closed
Ain't nobody got time for your reasoning
I love my seasoning, gotta stay on my deepening and damn
This how life should go, let me savor my kush
Let me hit my doe
Mayne fuck it, I don't need it
If I wanted to, I could leave it
But first I need reason, good reason
And up until then, I'mma stay weeded Wherever I am and whenever I want tell'em
I'mma stay weeded Whoever you are, do whatever I want tell'em
I'mma stay weeded
I'mma live faded, yeah
Just let me live faded, ah yeah
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Got my bandana tide, pinky shine as I drink (yeah, aye)
Smoke covering my eyes while I sit and think (uh, yeah)
Vision blurry, bitches slurry, table full of dank
And now I really wanna cut some
She want the D, I got the D so I just did my thing
So I just went and cut some
Damn I got kush on deck, lines on the sink
Put your glass up, pinky shine as I clink
She be telling white lies all to my black skin
But her back nice so I put her back in
God bless blessed, you fucking with my gang bang
My bars blessed, so I'm blessed who reppin his gang
I'm god given, I ain't giving 'em a damn thing
Champagne, purp, cough syrup give me chest pain
And my rap game, rat-at-at mayne
That mean that beat dead mayne, yeah mayne
And I be fly but I ain't playing mayne
Dick in yo mouth, fuck what you saying mayne
And I do what I wanna, how and when I wanna
Kuz got a drop top, hop in when I wanna
I'm in for the summer and the come up and the commas
I just finished my first, I'mma put another blunt up
Ain't nobody got time for your reasoning
I love my seasoning, gotta stay on my deepening and damn
This how life should go, let me savor my kush
Let me hit my doe
Mayne fuck it, I don't need it
If I wanted to, I could leave it
But first I need reason, good reason
And up until then, I'mma stay weeded Wherever I am and whenever I want tell'em
I'mma stay weeded Whoever you are, do whatever I want tell'em
I'mma stay weeded
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