MacGyver

Roll it up
Smoke it up
Bitch I'm no Macgyver
Mix that Mexi skunk with the kaas
And I light that shit on fire

Roll the oolong trying to get two on
I could be right, what they say about two wrongs
'05 I was sneaking into groove lounge
Trying to get my groove on sipping on a yukon
Shots of number Seven Beckham with the Tennesse
I don't give a fuck could be sak could be Hennessey
Carta Negra, Coke, lime be the recipe
I'll never let a cup pass me by this is Gethsemane
Rolling jungles and watch the climate change
You provoke the God and I'm to blame
Toking the wildest strains
When the sun comes out that's when I behave
All I need is a puff of the gas I'm going scarecrow
Open up a twenty twenty Johnny Bairstow
Lighting smokes off a bare stove
Sitting in my room talking to the moon
Like Ekse bro?

Roll it up
Smoke it up
Bitch I'm no Macgyver
Mix that Mexi skunk with the kaas
And I light that shit on fire

Blowing trees like the Cape Doctor
Hail the Great Baster
Ngqush, steak, lobster
And a plate pasta
All I know is lie cheat steal viva la rasa
Wa rasa man
King Bansah
Ready to get it in after spaan
My taanie hates the man that I've become
God and the Devil fighting inside her son
The number One
Always down for the ruck like Kitshoff
Cos I hate you motherfuckers like Slique Talk
Mauling sticks dog
Whiskey and six trays she on her knees like we about to kick off
I'm gone for like a month at a time
The tree too skrong in the function it's fine
I sip and watch motor functions decline
Cos you don't know what's wrong with a bump and a grind

Roll it up
Smoke it up
Bitch I'm no Macgyver
Mix that Mexi skunk with the kaas
And I light that shit on fire



Credits
Writer(s): Sean Samuels
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