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The Booga and the gon' be smoking top. Just tell you that I try, I don't give A fuck, shoot. The Booga and the la, I'm gon' be smoking a Fuck, shoot. The booga and the la, I'm gon' be smoking top. Just tell you that try. Well then why the fuck gotta poke your toxic Buggin' ass? You can't get too high, not till y'all get It from my nigga Blacc. I got folks with me and niggas wonder why Been smoking G-R-A-P-E-Y. When I roll the junk, ain't other fucker ever Come across like me. Damn, me Mr. Swisher. Me and my niggas run this life, A baby situation. Uh, your shit, we gon' get it rotating. Changed the structure 'cause she just sell large Paper. Can't let a street nigga out here 'cause The favor. So why the judge up on my Back dope? Yeah, just tell it's a toast. And a nigga know I smoke J's, right? And I'm too busy the job rolling in pipes. Yeah, y'all don't hear me. Bitch, you wanna know what's good? Then take a taste from my Blacc Nine, motherfucking Stick. I roll the long box Swishers and smoke My half pound. Ain't no rolling stone for you So smoke that. We roll them chips a long Time, Motherfucking equipped the state of the art. I roll the long Swishers smoke my half pound. Ain't no rolling you can just smoke that. We roll Them chips a long time, that funky with. Motherfucking equipped with state of the art. I smoke shit mixed Up with Tiffany sand. We still running these niggas Up tight. You still talking 'bout the Germanies. I flow sharp, how much you got? Man, hit that bitch right. Nigga, get lost or we hitting on your car. We getting it tossed and I'm hitting your Girlfriend.