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Andrew:
people owe me money
im going to buy a gun and get it back



-smoking a blunt-
Alex, puff puff pass...
Eric: "She don't pass, that's how she stay high"



My rap:
I start ma day with a big fat blunt
and the rest of this bag is jus for havin fun
Ridin round town, down south side skee
Ain't none y'all can out smoke me
So now I'm high, an you all down below
Reason why I smoke, 'cause I can't stand hoes

"BUT KWEENY, I'M SO HIGH RIGHT NOW"
Take a hit of this, b***h it'll put you in the clouds

'Cause I got bomb s**t, and my boy's got the chronic
Everywhere I go people ask where I got it
Give em what they want, put the money in my pocket

Drivin' slow, because I'm hittin' this bowl.
Swere. like I'm in Kanye's Mercy Lambo blowin smoke
What up wit me, slangin all this dope
Now take a hit of my s**t it'll make ya a** choke

Pack that...light that..hit that..
[Gonna blow yo mind]
Pass that...smoke that...cash that...
[Gonna blow yo mind]

"Kweeny, what is chronic??"
Girl, it's that s**t that's gotchu coughin right now trick

Livin' the high life with my subnoize crew
We gonna fishbowl this s**t, and roll the avenue
We gonna keep on ridin', til we find peace of mind, and stay true

b***h, and this how we do--

Roll it...lick it...stick it..
[Gonna blow yo mind]
Burn it..smoke it...Quickly..
[It's gonna blow your mind..]