Hundred Blunts Lit Eddy Baker (Ft. BONES)
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[Hook: Bones]
We pull up, hundred blunts lit
Thinking 'bout the next O
Count the money, then it's on to the next show
Sun up, sun down, gotta get it now
But I went and got it, so I gotta go and spend it now
We pull up, hundred blunts lit
Thinking 'bout the next O
Count the money, then it's on to the next show
Sun up, sun down, gotta get it now
But I went and got it, so I gotta go and spend it now
[Verse 1: Eddy Baker]
Bitch I used to make them flips, I shoulda been in the Olympics
School of hardknocks nigga, I was freaking suspended
I'm eating veggies, smoking weed, everything is nutritious
Rappers hating on me, say hello to the villain
Posted up in Bel Air, yeah I call it big willin'
Ego hella' big now, I swear that shit reach the ceiling
My team gettin' paid now, its a wonderful feeling
Every time we hit the club, gotta fuck up the building
Club owner always tripping, won't let us in the building
And you know my trees stink, like a pot of the chitlins
Pull up in that muscle with my niggas, we piffin
I'm with my bad white bitch, call her Jessica Simpson
We pull up, hundred blunts lit
Thinking 'bout the next O
Count the money, then it's on to the next show
Sun up, sun down, gotta get it now
But I went and got it, so I gotta go and spend it now
We pull up, hundred blunts lit
Thinking 'bout the next O
Count the money, then it's on to the next show
Sun up, sun down, gotta get it now
But I went and got it, so I gotta go and spend it now
[Verse 1: Eddy Baker]
Bitch I used to make them flips, I shoulda been in the Olympics
School of hardknocks nigga, I was freaking suspended
I'm eating veggies, smoking weed, everything is nutritious
Rappers hating on me, say hello to the villain
Posted up in Bel Air, yeah I call it big willin'
Ego hella' big now, I swear that shit reach the ceiling
My team gettin' paid now, its a wonderful feeling
Every time we hit the club, gotta fuck up the building
Club owner always tripping, won't let us in the building
And you know my trees stink, like a pot of the chitlins
Pull up in that muscle with my niggas, we piffin
I'm with my bad white bitch, call her Jessica Simpson
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