Fatal1er - Kush (Remix) lyrics

rate me

Roll up, wait a minute

Let me put some kush up in it

Roll up, wait a minute

Let me put some kush up in it

Roll up, wait a minute

Let me put some kush up in it

Roll up, wait a minute

Let me put some kush up in it

Yo I'm smoking that kush nigga smoking that dro

Puff puff, pass it then purple clouds I blow

That Colorado kush got my eyes so low

Passin up fakes vision in slow mo

I stay blunted, call it a rountie

Keep hoes wet just like a canteen

Make them all jock, make them all scream

I'll verse spitter gotta get it make them fiend

I'm puffin on the green, waitin for the next

She loves how it feel when we smoke before the sex

I live big, call myself impress

Black Gucci shoes with a all louie vest

Only smoke the best, mile high stress

Takin big hits, just to feel up my chest

Call it the kush, call it the bless

Young fatal one never settle for less

I know you tryna get high

Type of shit that have ya leaning sideways

Make her work for this suicide

Holla at me cuz I got it all day

No need to fly to Jamaica

Quarter ganja, we can get the same thing

You want that bom bom biggy, holla at my niggi right here in LA

Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale

Hold up, wait a minute

Let me put some beats up in it

Hold up, wait a minute

Let me put some beats up in it

I only want the green, paper and kush

Got that smo, shit lookin like a bush

Still stackin money, paper like books

Still killin verses with akon on the hooks

Let me get fame, never stop puffin,

I got my money right, can't tell me nothing

I'm just fatal aka the discussion

I'm just me aka never bluffin

Hates are nothing, still actin big

But next to my kush ur still lookin like a kid

10 steps ahead, ur lookin like a grid

Square ass nigga aint near what I did

I'm stayin high till the day that I die

You can find up way chillin in the sky

Up in clouds u can call my ass fly

I'm doin me so never ask why

Never ask why, never ask why

I'm doin me, so

Never ask why, why, why

I know you tryna get high

Type of shit that have ya leaning sideways

Make her work for this suicide

Holla at me cuz I got it all day

No need to fly to Jamaica

Quarter ganja, we can get the same thing

You want that bom bom biggy, holla at my niggi right here in LA

Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale

Hold up, wait a minute

Let me put some beats up in it

Hold up, wait a minute

Let me put some beats up in it