BLUNTS lyrics
by The Orwells
Hot young honey with a porn star body
Not thinking twice chasing Rose with Bacardi
Bang a little bang, and I'm trying to get stoned, met a couple bad b*tches, two blunts rolled
Smoke got me slow, it's the Kush that we blow, last f*cking hit got me outta control
Cheap champagne and a 40 in the other hand, f*ck what you heard I be every b*tches main man
What's in the foam cup that just got me so gone?
Twenty five people stand out on the front lawn
Pants so tight you can see my di*k
Better wipe that sh*t off girl, I don't f*ck with Lipstick!
She's on my sh*t got me turned on and turned up
When your b*tch walk by I turn and say “what's up”
Unload the clip when she c*cking my Glock
Got a couple bullets left, but she won't stop
Rich white girl drop that ass like it's acid
I'm rollin' up fatties and chewing on Xanax
Stacking up singles in fake sunglasses
Sit on my lap and let me get a couple dances
I make it rain like a Florida hurricane
Mouth full of platinum and three gold chains
Zip up my pants and then hop out my Caddy
pus*y so tight, I could'a been her daddy!