Blaze Up Freestyle mgk
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[Intro]
D-D-D-DJ Xplosive
Uh, Kells (Kells)
Hold up, I'm mixing [?]
You good? Okay
[Verse 1]
Uh, yeah, G-shit
And I ain't smokin' none of that unless the weed stick (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm in the zone (What?) and if I ever leave (Uh)
Fuck a jacket I'ma rock my tattoo sleeves (Bah)
I got thirty naked bitches in the kitchen
Crumblin' the herb and rollin' it up in the Swishers
Kush is my cologne, every minute blowin' heavy
I don't smoke it on occasion, everyday is 4/20 (Yeah)
All I do is flame shit, I don't do that change shit (Nah)
EST for life bitch, yeah, I do that gang shit
Look at who I came with (Who?), better fix your face quick
Cause I gotta lot of muh-fuckers with me we all on the same shit
Now pass me the dutching-ton,
I still gotta nickle crumbled in the George Washington
Order up a quarter my connect is on the phone
Mix the purple with the lemon G kush and get stoned (Wooh)
Goddamn it, I'm gone (Uh), blowin' with the wind
Cleveland is the city, see it showin' on the brim
Black lights on the tats glowin' on my skin
And my blunt is never lonely all my L's got twins
Blaze up (Blaze up)
D-D-D-DJ Xplosive
Uh, Kells (Kells)
Hold up, I'm mixing [?]
You good? Okay
[Verse 1]
Uh, yeah, G-shit
And I ain't smokin' none of that unless the weed stick (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm in the zone (What?) and if I ever leave (Uh)
Fuck a jacket I'ma rock my tattoo sleeves (Bah)
I got thirty naked bitches in the kitchen
Crumblin' the herb and rollin' it up in the Swishers
Kush is my cologne, every minute blowin' heavy
I don't smoke it on occasion, everyday is 4/20 (Yeah)
All I do is flame shit, I don't do that change shit (Nah)
EST for life bitch, yeah, I do that gang shit
Look at who I came with (Who?), better fix your face quick
Cause I gotta lot of muh-fuckers with me we all on the same shit
Now pass me the dutching-ton,
I still gotta nickle crumbled in the George Washington
Order up a quarter my connect is on the phone
Mix the purple with the lemon G kush and get stoned (Wooh)
Goddamn it, I'm gone (Uh), blowin' with the wind
Cleveland is the city, see it showin' on the brim
Black lights on the tats glowin' on my skin
And my blunt is never lonely all my L's got twins
Blaze up (Blaze up)
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