Fresh Linen - Light It Up Ii Тексты

We grinding buds
Grinding buds
Rolling up the doja
Rolling up the doja
Grinding buds
Grinding buds
Rolling up the doja
Rolling up the



Doja crumbs on my linen spread
Doja crumbs in my swisha man
Open my grinder what a smell
Bout' to break it down and match this L
Man who the hell is this
Blowing my high at 4:26
Just got high and I ain't for the shit
How many hits to ya dome split
Down the middle
Vouch for cutie
Pimp a little
Aqua boogie that's the dance
By the way this my jam
Fucked off a grand my life is grand
I'm off a gram of that golden gram
What's the plan
Hit the crib box fan
Hit the stash roll again
Break it and roll it and roll again
There's no telling where we're going then
But know the herbs coming
It's rolling its lit I'm blown again
Definitely in my zone
I only win
I go In its the motherfucking state I'm in
Break it and roll it
Twist it and smoke it



Grinding buds
Grinding buds
Grind it up baby
Grind it up baby
Grinding bud
Grinding bud
Grind it up baby
Grind it up baby



I was sitting in my living room
Bad chicks and a movie
Thirsty and my throat hurt
Think I want a smoothie
Me and Linen to the corner store
Swisha sweets and a frozen Coke
Hopped in my Buick
Yea its mine I own it bro
Fresh Linen that Pioneer
Them kickers bang like Linen blow
That means they go in
Go in like Fresh go
Go in like hardy harr
Going in like oh my God
Square niggas they hate on me
Like Pam hated on Marty marr
What's with all that hating man
She breaking down that golden grain
I know ya smell that chiba smoke
It'll make ya sneeze
It'll make ya choke
Take it to the head
Take it to the head
She take it like a beast
You heard what I said
She take it to the head
She take it to the head like a G
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