StonerHolic
I Smoke a whole lotta weed
And i've been drinking on that black
Label feeling like a champion
Yeah yeah
You nigga hating cause i stay winning
Yeah yeah
I stay winning like am allergic to loosing
Yeah yeah
Roll up the weed and we let it burn
Yeah yeah
Brown bottle in my brown paper bag
I Smoke a whole lotta weed
And i've been drinking on that black
Label feeling like a champion
Yeah yeah
You nigga hating cause i stay winning
Yeah yeah
I stay winning like am allergic to loosing
Yeah yeah
Roll up the weed and we let it burn
Yeah yeah
Brown bottle in my brown paper bag
Fuck talking nigga drop location
Then i set my nigga into fucking motion
The whole squad on a fucking mission
I stay strapped even on vacation
Pray to God you not the target
Cause whatever we want we just go and get
Don't fuck with us you gone get got
Nigga want some troubles yeah we got alot
I got five niggas at your door mat
You ain't gotta ask you know where am at
Put a bullet where your head at
Am so hood
I wish a nigga would
On all my niggas dead in the streets
I run shit even in my sleep
Pour it up
Then we make a toast
And celebrate like we got a bakery
I Smoke a whole lotta weed
And i've been drinking on that black
Label feeling like a champion
Yeah yeah
You nigga hating cause i stay winning
Yeah yeah
I stay winning like am allergic to loosing
Yeah yeah
Roll up the weed and we let it burn
Yeah yea
Brown bottle in my brown paper bag
And i've been drinking on that black
Label feeling like a champion
Yeah yeah
You nigga hating cause i stay winning
Yeah yeah
I stay winning like am allergic to loosing
Yeah yeah
Roll up the weed and we let it burn
Yeah yeah
Brown bottle in my brown paper bag
I Smoke a whole lotta weed
And i've been drinking on that black
Label feeling like a champion
Yeah yeah
You nigga hating cause i stay winning
Yeah yeah
I stay winning like am allergic to loosing
Yeah yeah
Roll up the weed and we let it burn
Yeah yeah
Brown bottle in my brown paper bag
Fuck talking nigga drop location
Then i set my nigga into fucking motion
The whole squad on a fucking mission
I stay strapped even on vacation
Pray to God you not the target
Cause whatever we want we just go and get
Don't fuck with us you gone get got
Nigga want some troubles yeah we got alot
I got five niggas at your door mat
You ain't gotta ask you know where am at
Put a bullet where your head at
Am so hood
I wish a nigga would
On all my niggas dead in the streets
I run shit even in my sleep
Pour it up
Then we make a toast
And celebrate like we got a bakery
I Smoke a whole lotta weed
And i've been drinking on that black
Label feeling like a champion
Yeah yeah
You nigga hating cause i stay winning
Yeah yeah
I stay winning like am allergic to loosing
Yeah yeah
Roll up the weed and we let it burn
Yeah yea
Brown bottle in my brown paper bag
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Writer(s): Gundo Thenga
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