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25 Lighters on My Dresser, Yessir! (feat. Bad Azz) est une chanson en Anglais

Take 3
I'm cooler than a fan with some ice in front of it
I'm cooler than a fan with some ice in front of it
Beach City, eat with me, fill up your plate
It's badass, I'm 455, baby, I'm straight
I'mma do this shit, you never knew this shit
I'm the coolest kid like a refrigerator
I copped back my blunderbuss and pow
I did a hater
I'm on my shit so heavy
They ain't ready
I came in a Cadillac, I left in a Chevy
I had a bag of weed, that's Obama's
Eyes got low, he smoked with badass
He didn't even know where he was gon' go
He said he was gon' chill at the studio for a minute
I told him, I ain't trippin
Man, just chill, have some spinach
We smokin', we loakin', we jokin
We doin' this shit outta time
Till the fuckin' clock's broken
Yeah, you heard me, I worded it
So gangster, we ain't trippin
If you love the badass kid, I'mma thank ya
Give it pounds when I come around
We gettin' down
I told him, if it ain't no ounce
We smokin' pounds
We blow it down on the regular
And I ain't never worried
About no average competitors
I'm like a light year ahead of ya
And most of these average-ass niggas
Probably scared of us
That Zaza, that Lala, that oh Me oh my ah
Pass me the lighter so I can get higher
Smokin' that fire, oh Me oh my ah
Like a-ya-ya-ya-ya, 25 lighters
That Zaza, that Lala, that oh Me oh my ah
Pass me the lighter so I can get higher
Smokin' that fire, oh Me oh my ah
Like a-ya-ya-ya-ya, 25 lighters
Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo with the windows up
Hotbox the Cadillac, we keep the purple pourin' up
Smoke so thick we can't see, ridin' glass house
Think we're caught on fire if I roll the windows down
In the alley smokin' with my killers from that Gladys
Got a call from the pound to bail out my Cuzzin Badass
Shout out to Uncle Snoopy runnin' things at Death Row
Smokin' weed, gettin' paid like a boss, you ain't know
From L.A. to L.A., we smoke on that Lala
Louisiana, Los Angeles, bitch, I'm a holla
Hits from the bong got me insane in the brain
Fuck your couch, bitch, like I'm Rick James
I'm in love with Mary Jane, smoke weed every day
Smokin' killer with the killers in them dark hallways
Let's Netflix and chill with my boy Dave Chapelle
The boot and Cali, together raisin' hell
I fell asleep in Lafayette and woke up San Diego
Now it's time for some wake and bake fumar del Fuego
This gas ain't a joke when the weed got you choked
I'm gettin' high till I die, stayin' Loc'd till I'm smoked
That Zaza, that Lala, that oh Me oh my ah
Pass me the lighter so I can get higher
Smokin' that fire, oh Me oh my ah
Like ay-ya-ya-ya-ya, 25 lighters
That Zaza, that Lala, that oh Me oh my ah
Pass me the lighter so I can get higher
Smokin' that fire, oh Me oh my ah
Like ay-ya-ya-ya-ya, 25 lighters
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Auteurs: Andrew Howard, Jamarr Stamps
Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid

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