LYRICS GAME

Give me a f*cking hit

Give me a f*cking hit

Give me a f*cking hit

Give me a f*cking hit

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Give me a f*cking hit

Give me a f*cking hit

Please don't get mad, don't offer me bongs

Because right now I find myself walking around with a blunt

If I were with my car I'd be cruising

But don't pass me Phillies 'cause I'll zone out

And the buds look like they're selling them at Payless

I feel like I'm at a Bob Marley rehearsal with the Wailers

I fall asleep during the trailers

In my head I'm hearing lightsabers

And f*ck it, pass me the weed

That the strain be called Jake La Mota

And then I'll deal with my high

Always crippy, never coke

Give me a f*cking hit

Give me a f*cking hit

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Give me a f*cking hit

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Give me a f*cking hit

I smoke marijuana every day, everyday

In a pipe or in a vape, rolling mountains, dude

Chicks, chicken and my pen, pen

As long as it doesn't kick me, I don't like being hit

Babe, take another hit

I've had eight Phillies, this is a streak

Violet buds beet-colored

I feel like Raid killing cockroaches

Let's go 'cause this is good

Light it up and pass the brown one

I have buds the size of Lennox

And I light them all with no brakes

One hit, one drag

One hit, one drag

One puff, one hit

One puff, one hit

One hit, one drag

One hit, one drag

One hit, one drag

One hit, one drag

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Give me a f*cking hit, now