Light One Up

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[Talking: Chip]
 How many we got rolled up?
 That's not enough... niggas
 ... Chip
 [Verse 1:]
 Forever I'll be F-R-E-$-H
 Chillin' up in iHop with the country fried steak
 Super smooth Kenny G and these raps be the sack
 Shined up with the wax, bet them panties gone collapse
 She just wanna hang out, I'm just tryna ugh
 Such a Nutty Professor but bitch I'm Buddy Love
 Rollin' up this eggplant, said it and I meant that
 LA to the Chi now I'm 'bout to head back
 Cleveland is the city and they fuckin' with me
 A lot of niggas comin' up can't say the same ya feel me
 Day to day coolin', sickest with the J's, F-R-E-$-H
 Reppin' so plentiful
 Bitches so difficult
 Here we go mandatory time-wastin' sippin' slow
 Chillin' doe, she rollin' up
 Hella shrimp, Bubba Gump
 She mumbled up a great plan 'I can roll the weed up'
 [Hook:]
 Light one up, pass it... and hope that bitch make it back, shit
 Light one up, pass it... we ain't trippin', we good, fantastic [x3]
 [Verse 2:]
 Before you hit the fast lane, you gots to yield onto the e-way
 Even if you gots the fastest Porsche or Lamborghin-ay
 Young boss niggas mean you gots to do what we say
 When you was our age wasn't no iTunes or eBay
 Only thing old heads know is old bread
 New money on the mic boy drop that fo'head
 And pick it back up, now repeat that, and let them feet tap
 Let ya body language shout out and gimme some feedback
 I need that to keep the vibe up, let me remind ya, we live
 Nigga ain't nobody gave me a dollar
 I fuckin' earned it
 Makin' hoes regret that they let me hit that
 And these weed brownies'll blow ya shit back
 Mind-controllin', time is slow when I be blowin'
 I be zonin', I be floatin' hoping I could make some kinda dough
 Some time ago I figured out what life about, received the knowledge
 Made up my mind to stay on this grind and because of it I won't be needing no college
 Lest they request the presence of a young G
 Peace to all the girls that don't be shy when they come see
 The coldest, now hands up over them shoulders
 The boldest, the plan is to murder you phonies
 Been rhymin' since junior high rockin' Saucony's
 Now it's L and V's from head to toe on you jabronies
 My nigga we own this
 Midwest dream on shit
 Gettin' paid forever while we zonin' now roll it
 [Hook:]
 Light one up, pass it... and hope that bitch make it back, shit
 Light one up, pass it... we ain't trippin', we good, fantastic [x3]
 

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Duration
03:57
Key
6
Tempo
158 BPM

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