Hill Cypress lyrics
Hill Cypress lyrics
"Hits From The Bong Lyrics"
He's Not Real feat Prospect Remi Martin Lyrics
Uh! Bringin It Back To The BX! Wit my nigga Fat Joe, long side my nigga Prospect Holdin the BX down Bronx Burrough....Terror Sqaud [Verse 1-Fat Joe] Yo, everybody talkin gats, really don't pack
Uh! Bringin It Back To The BX! Wit my nigga Fat Joe, long side my nigga Prospect Holdin the BX down Bronx Burrough....Terror Sqaud [Verse 1-Fat Joe] Yo, everybody talkin gats, really don't pack
Hits from the bong
Hits from the bong
Hits from the bong
Hits from the bong
Pick it
Pack it
Fire it up, come along
And take a hit from the bong
Put the blunt down
Just for a second
Don't get me wrong
It's not a new method
Inhale
Exhale
Just got an ounce in the mail
I like a blunt or a big fat cone
But my double-barrel bong
Is gettin' me stoned
I'm skill it
There's w
Chuaigh Me 'Na Rosann Lyrics
Chuaigh m? 'na Rosann ar cuairt Gur bhreathnaigh m? uaim an sp?ir Is thart fa na h-oileain ? thuaidh Mar eilit agus cu 'na diaidh S? duirt gach duine fa'n chuan Nuair a tharlaigh m? anuas fa'n ch?idh N
ater inside don't spill itChuaigh m? 'na Rosann ar cuairt Gur bhreathnaigh m? uaim an sp?ir Is thart fa na h-oileain ? thuaidh Mar eilit agus cu 'na diaidh S? duirt gach duine fa'n chuan Nuair a tharlaigh m? anuas fa'n ch?idh N
It smells like shit on the carpet
Still it
Goes down smooth when I get a clean hit
Of the skunky, phunky, smelly green shit
Sing my song
Puff all night long
As I take hits from the bong
Hits from the bong y'all
Hits from the bong
Gonna get high
Hits from the bong
Gonna get high
Hits from the bong
Gonna get high
Hits from the bong
Gonna get high
Le
The Tugboat Complex Lyrics
Oh my God They've got angels sweatin' like Hell, it's workin' their little halos to the bone combing them deserts my figure eight knotted lifeline defined traffic the way my schoolin' end-less-ly defined every day<
's smoke that bowlOh my God They've got angels sweatin' like Hell, it's workin' their little halos to the bone combing them deserts my figure eight knotted lifeline defined traffic the way my schoolin' end-less-ly defined every day<
Hit the bong
And then take that finger off of that hole
Plug it
Unplug it
Don't strain
I love you Mary Jane
She never complains
When I hit Mary
With that flame
I light up the cherry
She's so good to me
When I pack a fresh bowl I clean the screen
Don't get me stirred up
The smoke, through the bubbling water
Is makin' it pure so I got ta
Take my hit and hold it
Just like Chong
Unknown Title Wicked Child Lyrics
Go to hell come to me For I am a wicked child I sin and I so confuse And I am a wicked child I am a wicked child I am the devil's son And I wish I could be good Keep you satisfied Yeah
Get my four-footer and bring it on
As I take hits from the bong
Hits from the bong
Gonna get high
Hits from the bong
Gonna get high
Hits from the bong
Gonna get high
Hits from the bong
Gonna get high
Hits from the bong
Gonna get high
Hits from the bong
Gonna get high
Hits from the bong
Straighten your dick out
Gonna get high