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Roll that sticky icky, roll that sticky icky
Roll that sticky icky, roll that sticky icky
Roll that sticky icky, roll that sticky icky
Roll some gas, let's get fucking high
Bad bitches smoking za za
Rental car turned to a hot box
Smelling like a pound when I walk by
This one make me feel like I can fly
Bitch I'm too fuckin' high, I think I'm seeing god
I'm in my own zone, look at me in my eyes
If you think you smoke my weed, then you a lie
Bitch I'm the plug, I keep some zips in my purse
Smoking gas, you hoes be smoking dirt
I ain't high enough, I think I need a perc
Hold on, yeah, I think that worked
Hold on, yeah, used to be hurt
A nigga broke my heart I couldn't even go to work
I said fuck all that shit, I gotta make some work
Got off my ass and ever since then, I'vе been fucking turnt
I'm with my homegirls, where thе niggas with the pistols?
Me and my bitches smoke more weed than half these niggas
I got the gas, where the lighter? Where some swishers?
I ain't smoking if the zaza ain't official
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Niggas always wanna smoke and be cool
I'm real quiet, but the turntest in the room
At the function smell like weed and perfume
With my bitches, where the hoes? Where the food?
Dirty ass, I don't wanna talk to you
All in my ear, with them dusty ass shoes
Smiling in my face, that crooked ass tooth
I'm on some high shit, man, I'm through
Bitch I'm high as fuck, bitch I'm high as fuck
Bitch I'm high as fuck, bitch I'm high as fuck
Bitch I'm high as fuck, bitch I'm high as fuck
Bitch I'm high as fuck, bitch I'm high as fuck
Thought I was done, but I came back again
I'm high as fuck, and my sista's off the hen
Fuck everybody, I don't need no new friends
I got some bitches that'll split a whole wig
Smoke a blunt with my nigga, then get some dick
In my own zone, higher than a bitch
Remember when I used to think 'bout hitting licks
Now I'm turnt these hoes sick
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