Why don't you come and smoke with me? I'm rolling up the kush
Why don't you come and toke with me?
We burning up the bush
While we listening to Jodeci
Bring on the funk
I see you moving close to me
Little baby, you in luck
Cause I got gas, we can puff on
Get out that dress, think you got enough on
I must confess, you're making my heart sore
And all this cash got me feining for much more
You cross your legs while inhaling the blunt smoke
And all that ass make it harder to say no
The cake is round, the booty built like a peso
And I know you love it when I dip you in queso
All of that cheddar, that spredda, that leather
All over your body, making you wetter
I guess I should've known better
But once I had met her
I told myself I would never ever let me forget her
Lil mama hot as a pepper
Half of a blunt is enough to get stuck
Feeling about light as a feather
Get high no matter the weather.
And you can double up the high if I'm knowing that we smoking together
You know I love me the pressure
Why don't you come and smoke with me? I'm rolling up the kush
Why don't you come and toke with me?
We burning up the bush
While we listening to Jodeci
Bring on the funk
I see you moving close to me
Little baby, you in luck
I hop up in the whip
Had to make a quick trip to a Quik Trip
Got a younger sis and she love to talk shit
When I'm with the older one we smoking by the zip
I might be the coldest one, might bust your upper lip
Know I love my granny and my mama, they legit
You speak and don't offend, I defend me with the clip
But if you speak on family, I'ma roll you in a spliff
I'ma spark you up
Leave your body leaning like a Houston double cup
Pass you up
Roll them ashes inside of a honey dutch
Go gas him up, got his soles jumping, Doing double dutch
Motherf*cker don't ask for much, Lil busta get blasted up
Playboy got left in the past tense
Probably wonder what happened
Lips chapped we tapped in
Just a consequence of lacking
Pull up I'm ready for action
But hold a moment let me ash this
Automatic pistol packing
Problematic, need relaxing
Come and smoke with me
But you don't want to smoke with me
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Why don't you come and smoke with me? I'm rolling up the kush
Why don't you come and toke with me?
We burning up the bush
While we listening to Jodeci
Bring on the funk
I see you moving close to me
Little baby, you in luck
Cause I got gas, we can puff on
Get out that dress, think you got enough on
I must confess, you're making my heart sore
And all this cash got me feining for much more
You cross your legs while inhaling the blunt smoke
And all that ass make it harder to say no
The cake is round, the booty built like a peso
And I know you love it when I dip you in queso
All of that cheddar, that spredda, that leather
All over your body, making you wetter
I guess I should've known better
But once I had met her
I told myself I would never ever let me forget her
Lil mama hot as a pepper
Half of a blunt is enough to get stuck
Feeling about light as a feather
Get high no matter the weather.
And you can double up the high if I'm knowing that we smoking together
You know I love me the pressure
Why don't you come and smoke with me? I'm rolling up the kush
Why don't you come and toke with me?
We burning up the bush
While we listening to Jodeci
Bring on the funk
I see you moving close to me
Little baby, you in luck
I hop up in the whip
Had to make a quick trip to a Quik Trip
Got a younger sis and she love to talk shit
When I'm with the older one we smoking by the zip
I might be the coldest one, might bust your upper lip
Know I love my granny and my mama, they legit
You speak and don't offend, I defend me with the clip
But if you speak on family, I'ma roll you in a spliff
I'ma spark you up
Leave your body leaning like a Houston double cup
Pass you up
Roll them ashes inside of a honey dutch
Go gas him up, got his soles jumping, Doing double dutch
Motherf*cker don't ask for much, Lil busta get blasted up
Playboy got left in the past tense
Probably wonder what happened
Lips chapped we tapped in
Just a consequence of lacking
Pull up I'm ready for action
But hold a moment let me ash this
Automatic pistol packing
Problematic, need relaxing
Come and smoke with me
But you don't want to smoke with me
Why don't you come and toke with me?
We burning up the bush
While we listening to Jodeci
Bring on the funk
I see you moving close to me
Little baby, you in luck
Cause I got gas, we can puff on
Get out that dress, think you got enough on
I must confess, you're making my heart sore
And all this cash got me feining for much more
You cross your legs while inhaling the blunt smoke
And all that ass make it harder to say no
The cake is round, the booty built like a peso
And I know you love it when I dip you in queso
All of that cheddar, that spredda, that leather
All over your body, making you wetter
I guess I should've known better
But once I had met her
I told myself I would never ever let me forget her
Lil mama hot as a pepper
Half of a blunt is enough to get stuck
Feeling about light as a feather
Get high no matter the weather.
And you can double up the high if I'm knowing that we smoking together
You know I love me the pressure
Why don't you come and smoke with me? I'm rolling up the kush
Why don't you come and toke with me?
We burning up the bush
While we listening to Jodeci
Bring on the funk
I see you moving close to me
Little baby, you in luck
I hop up in the whip
Had to make a quick trip to a Quik Trip
Got a younger sis and she love to talk shit
When I'm with the older one we smoking by the zip
I might be the coldest one, might bust your upper lip
Know I love my granny and my mama, they legit
You speak and don't offend, I defend me with the clip
But if you speak on family, I'ma roll you in a spliff
I'ma spark you up
Leave your body leaning like a Houston double cup
Pass you up
Roll them ashes inside of a honey dutch
Go gas him up, got his soles jumping, Doing double dutch
Motherf*cker don't ask for much, Lil busta get blasted up
Playboy got left in the past tense
Probably wonder what happened
Lips chapped we tapped in
Just a consequence of lacking
Pull up I'm ready for action
But hold a moment let me ash this
Automatic pistol packing
Problematic, need relaxing
Come and smoke with me
But you don't want to smoke with me
Writer: Brennan Ayers
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