Up in Smoke

Yes
Mike Kaiber
Yea Street Diva
Murder them want
What you want
Yea
That's right
Come around
Come around
Get in ya Jamaican swag for this one
Lets go
I wanna see hips moving
Come around

Me get so high
Feel like me swimming on the clouds
On that Bob Marley
Yea I mean that loud
First one hit
Make that high sound
Dam am me Missy
This dro got me tipsy
You don't smoke drugs
You get distance
Don't waste my time for nothing
Fat sacks, don't spend no money
Big blunts, feel like I'm running
Rude boy
Keep him coming
He a boss then I want him
Got plenty work
Keep plenty work
Serve plenty work
He fronts them
See purp is me bitch
Riding kush dick
His face is a train wreck
I'm tryna get a hit yea
You smoke that bullshit
We not fucks with that
Rude girl upset
Whole city
Black
She wanna hit the blunt but
Not put in
You broke baby girl stop fronting
Me and my bitches think you funny
Cause me and mines gone keep getting money
Bust the blunts
Treat the sack like its cognac
Three hits baby girl then you pass
And this ain't no mid
Bitch you smoking on
Straight GAS
Yea

Finally the herbs come around

Yea
Miss me with tha fuckery
Me be on ya ass
Mad Max couldn't fuck with me
Diamonds the swisher
Unsweet smoke on luxury
Bubble gum cookies
Sour Diesel and OG
This is next level
Kush have the pussy on leak
Who's she
Street Diva stop the beat
Cause this bitch chiefn
Took the blunt back cause that's my shit
Cry if I want that's dat high shit
She starring, he drooling on my shit
His bitch, her nigga on my dick
Blunts rolled up less than one minute
Smelling like that loud
Cali vibe perfume
Linger bout a mile
Eyes red and low like
I'm from China town
Purp always put me down
Thrax give you cotton mouth
Can't smoke with everybody
Them lips get passed around
Smoke like I'm Cheech and Chong
And he won't leave mi lone
Got high, blew his mind
Call that
Up in Smoke
Yes I'm in my zone
Time for me to phone home

Finally the herbs come around
Pass it around now



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Writer(s): Lenora Evans
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