carl sagan

Hit this blunt and then we ghost
Clutch as Kobe I don't choke, eh
Skinny dipping in your lake
You're a hottie getting baked
Surfin' all up on your wake
Swimming fins without the Jake
Jonesing heavy with the weights, and you keep tryna pull me under
Hit this blunt and then we ghost
Clutch as Kobe I don't choke, eh
Skinny dipping in your lake
You're a hottie getting baked
Surfin' all up on your wake
Swimming fins without the Jake
Jonesing heavy with the weights, and you keep tryna pull me under

Who in the back? Is It me?
Standing like spike lookin' treed
I told em' don't worry bout' T, plotting on four of these shorties
You ain't my baby on Maury, in my mind witchu' all the time
All the time, all the time

Prolly' pushin' my luck tryna uh, uh
Already knew you gon' knuck yo if you buck
Big moves like Drew Gooden, tucked in a tux
Ill suited, sick seeing you with a uh, duck
So I roll up, roll up, roll up, uh, roll up
You can't get a clue he could be klux

I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga
I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga
I'm that nigga, ay
I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga
I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga, blackest man
Lock it up, locking eye to eye
Dreaded up, dreading separate lives
I'm the coconut, on your mind
Dolla', dolla', dolla', dolla' sign
I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga
I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga
I'm that nigga, ay
I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga
I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga, blackest man
Lock it up, locking eye to eye
Dreaded up, dreading separate lives
I'm the coconut, on your mind
Dolla', dolla', dolla', dolla' sign



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Writer(s): Tyree Kimble
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