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Jonathan Reed
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Jonathan Reed
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Boy I'm making hits with Lakeith Goodgreeve
Ha! What's up? What's up, Billy y'all? (Tell me one thing Nancy cyaan' understand)
(One thing Nancy cyaan' understand)
This is different type of smoke, y'all (wah mek dem ah talk 'bout mi ambition?)
(Seh wah mek dem ah talk 'bout mi ambition?)
Hey, I don't know what you're saying (cah me seh some ah dem ah ask me where me get it from)
I don't really care
This is how it's doing when you laugh (some ah dem ah ask me where me get it from)
Let's go (ah true dem nuh know it's from creation)
Okay, yeah! (Ah true dem nuh know it's from creation)
(Bam-bam, ayo, bam-bam-dilla, bam-bam) (tell me one thing Nancy cyaan' understand)
(Bam-bam-dilla, bam-bam)
(What a bam bam) okay, pass the piece, hey
We be smokin' loud (loud)
We be smokin' Kush (Kush)
You be smokin' Reggie (Reggie)
You be smokin' shoosh (shoosh)
We be smokin' loud (loud)
We be smokin' Kush (Kush)
You be smokin' Reggie (Reggie)
You be smokin' shoosh (shoosh)
We be smokin' loud (loud)
We be smokin' Kush (Kush)
You be smokin' Reggie (Reggie)
You be smokin' shoosh (shoosh)
We be smokin' loud (loud)
We be smokin' Kush (Kush)
You be smokin' Reggie (Reggie)
You be smokin' shoosh (shoosh)
Nigga you don't live how I live, smoke how I smoke
I don't wanna hit it if it ain't gon' make me choke
Shoutout to my P.O., she ain't never piss me
See her in the back saying daddy you could miss me
Fade got her zip, man, lemme get the zip
How much you say it was, man, pull off on him
Oh, he found out who I was, now he wanna tank
Well, I found out what he charged, now I wanna change
Baseball best, like I roll them bitches fat
We be smokin' everywhere, we don't care where we at
Got that hotel smoke smell, we got that all in
Another two fifty, just put it on the card, get
I'ma blow regardless, I'm a black hippie
Girl, I have to jump the border outta Mississippi
We was on the fifth floor, smokin' on the bed
I got a call, said they smell it from the front desk
We be smokin' loud (loud)
We be smokin' Kush (Kush)
You be smokin' Reggie (Reggie)
You be smokin' shoosh (shoosh)
We be smokin' loud (loud)
We be smokin' Kush (Kush)
You be smokin' Reggie (Reggie)
You be smokin' shoosh (shoosh)
We be smokin' loud (loud)
We be smokin' Kush (Kush)
You be smokin' Reggie (Reggie)
You be smokin' shoosh (shoosh)
We be smokin' loud (loud)
We be smokin' Kush (Kush)
You be smokin' Reggie (Reggie)
You be smokin' shoosh (shoosh)
Shoutout to that nigga Wiz, he be smokin' big
They need to go, lead your lives to where your nigga live
Philly outta Philly, I'm through with my probation
Don't take shit out my bag, don't fuck up my rotation
Smokin' like a train 'cause the weed man picked me
The laws ever did to him, they gon' get me
Wake up to a piece of blunt I had last night
I be so loaded with me and my own little fright
We begin the club lit, standing on shit
The only serving case smoke, tell them suck a dick
He must don't know who he is, nigga we are
Fuck him and that big ass nigga acting like he tough
Whole VIP smoked out, you gotta see us
And we be smokin' grade A weed, you smokin' C stuff
Ever try to pass me some Reggie, you might get beat up
We always goin' to jail for weed, fuckin' free us
We be smokin' loud (loud)
We be smokin' Kush (Kush)
You be smokin' Reggie (Reggie)
You be smokin' shoosh (shoosh)
We be smokin' loud (loud)
We be smokin' Kush (Kush)
You be smokin' Reggie (Reggie)
You be smokin' shoosh (shoosh)
We be smokin' loud (loud)
We be smokin' Kush (Kush)
You be smokin' Reggie (Reggie)
You be smokin' shoosh (shoosh)
We be smokin' loud (loud)
We be smokin' Kush (Kush)
You be smokin' Reggie (Reggie)
You be smokin' shoosh (shoosh)
Where your weed man at, tell him what it is
I don't fuck with Reggie, but I will smoke this
We been through the whole city, prolly in the bean
Prolly getting full of purple with your girlfriend
Niggas know I'm fire, right, keep the blunts comin'
I got plenty more of that, nigga roll somethin'
Nigga, wait 'til you get loaded, and that's the old somethin'
I had to cut a nigga short, like he's throwin' somethin'
They say I'm a ghost in my ol' school
You think I ain't got a tool, you a ol' fool
Nigga, I don't love her, I'm too high
Bottom of my shoes red, I'm too fly
Riding with a bad bitch, she too shy
She said she don't smoke or suck dick, that's two lies
I don't know what y'all smokin', but it's too quiet
I'm smokin' caliph while I'm from the too, too fine
We be smokin' loud (loud)
We be smokin' Kush (Kush)
You be smokin' Reggie (Reggie)
You be smokin' shoosh (shoosh)
We be smokin' loud (loud)
We be smokin' Kush (Kush)
You be smokin' Reggie (Reggie)
You be smokin' shoosh (shoosh)
We be smokin' loud (loud)
We be smokin' Kush (Kush)
You be smokin' Reggie (Reggie)
You be smokin' shoosh (shoosh)
We be smokin' loud (loud)
We be smokin' Kush (Kush)
You be smokin' Reggie (Reggie)
You be smokin' shoosh (shoosh)
(Bam-bam, ayo, bam-bam-dilla, bam-bam) (tell me one thing Nancy cyaan' understand)
Bam-bam-dilla, bam-bam
What a bam bam
What a bam bam
Bam-bam-dilla, bam-bam
Bam-bam-dilla, bam-bam
What a bam bam
Ah me seh one thing Nancy cyaan' understand
One thing Nancy cyaan' understand
Wah mek dem ah talk 'bout mi ambition?
Seh, wah mek dem ah talk 'bout mi ambition?
Cah me seh some ah dem ah ask me where me get it from
Seh some ah dem ah ask me where me get it from
Ah true dem nuh know it's from creation
Ah true dem nuh know it's-a from creation
Bam bam, ay
Writer(s): Tommie Anthony Curry
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