Rollin N Smokin Lyrics

Lil Debbie

Home Grown

Lyrics to Rollin N Smokin
Rollin N Smokin Video:
DJ Swish

Swish on the beat so you know this shit pumping
Bitch I'm a boss west side representing blowing up
On the best two grams in this swisher only bad
Bitches fall depp in the coop my shit on lose smokin
Them trees like snoop blowing blowing blowing
Blowing blowing blowing two fattys got and I'm
Going going going going and I'm all work turnt up
Living how I wanna blowing on that roll of California
Marijuana hoe I'm so shaded turnt up my team
Just to show you that we made it bitches will kill
For these trees that we tasted smoke up and
Chill was some of the time that we wasted yea
How the hell we still gettin money don't mind
The smell that's the kill coming for you and
That's the reason why I'm switching four lanes
And i'm top down screaming down
We earn everything we rollin and blowin
Smokin on the finest you don't know them
We just rollin stoning smoking too much
Till my eyes barely opened we just rollin
Rollin rollin rollin rollin rollin rollin rollin rollin
We just smokin and chillin mother fucker
About to make a kill

I'm leaning low but I'm still smoking paper
Me and Debbie chop it chop it get a paper
My chunky got 31 flavors and you niggas
Use to ball like the lakers look I flip the
Pack and get it out of here sippin on that
Red and yellow like the colour lit if a nigga
Disrespect make them disappear put the
Beam on his back hit him in the head
But it's funny how you thought I was playing
Nigga you is the best call it what you want
Nigga switch team for all my rida niggas
Switch team never fuck with a rida nigga
And I'm from Roden I'm from Roden
Trying to be a stunner you a stoner
Stoner come get your bitch cause she ugly
Number one she say she want to ride the
Dick like a roller coaster

So we rollin and blowin
Smokin on the finest you don't know them
We just rollin stoning smoking too much
Till my eyes barely opened we just rollin
Rollin rollin rollin rollin rollin rollin rollin rollin
We just smokin and chillin mother fucker
About to make a kill

Catch me at the shop baddest bitch you ever
Saw 3 row of blow and we about to blow them
Out flexing with no flow bad bitches no joke
Turning up slow while we waving middle finger
Blowing blowing blowing blowing blowing and
We still rollin rollin rollin rollin I smoke like a
Pope cause I get it for the low and I'm about
To roll it up got a kush in the high and I stay
As high as I want to like that couple pounds
Got me feeling like a treat it's like that and
You know it's just like that when I say blow it
Back 320 from me like that smoking like a
Chimney death to my enemies shit and
Phony hoes and everything that you
Pretending to be bitch don't blow my high
You ain't got to see I'm faded to know I'm Fly

We rollin and blowin smoking on the
Finest you don't know em we just rollin stonin
Smoking till my eyes barely open we just
Rolling rollin rollin rollin rollin rollin rollin
Rollin rollin We just smokin and chillin mother fucker
About to make a kill
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