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ji beats - mint bliss (remix) كلمات أغنية

eight am, i’m out of weed so i had to hit the dispo
budtender kinda nice so i had to leave a tip for him
sh_t, i’m tryna get high, i’m smoking weed before i get home
when i touch back to the crib, you know i’m gonna get blown

and i ain’t talkin’ bout a women, b_tch, i’m talkin’ bout a big bowl
i’m a san jose n_gga, smokin’ weed straight from frisco
i’m smoking on sativa leaves, i ain’t tryna smoke no indo
& i don’t smoke no outdoor weed, you know i’m smokin’ on some indoor, huh

f_ck it, i might just take me some edibles
250 milligrams, got a n_gga feelin’ incredible
i ain’t tryna pay no taxes, so i had to cop my medical
i told the budtender, i want whatever’s highest on the pedestal, huh

yeah, you know i’m talkin’ top shelf
this sh_t’ll put you in couch lock and make your top mеlt
yeah, i’m smokin’ on some big sticks
shawty red stains on thе joint, she got big lips
she got so much ass, i don’t know what to do with
i said her ex n_gga lame, we scratchin’ sh_t up off the do list

think he f_ckin’ with me? please tell me who the dude is
my ex b_tch called my phone, picked up like, who this? (what the f_ck?)

b_tch, you knew the old me
i’m chasin’ racks by myself, smokin’ on my own weed
n_ggas that i used to look up, callin me they big homie
everybody think they know me, but they don’t really know me
and i don’t care if you say you love me, b_tch you gotta show me
and i ain’t believing sh_t, actions speak louder than some words
ain’t n0body taught me sh_t, i just heard what i heard
& i ain’t worried bout no gossip, leave that sh_t for the birds
this some fresh lemonade, i ain’t sippin on calypso
it’s a nice summer day, sun is shinin’ through the window
take a one hour drive just to get to san francisco
bank account lookin’ dry, so i had to check my crypto

and that’s just to ease my mind bitcoin goin’ up, just hit an all_time high
investin’ into xrp, throwin’ 20 on the side
i’m chillin’ right up on the beach with my feet up on the tide, huh

yeah i’m always talkin’ sh_t, yeah you heard what you heard
prolly know the old me, back when i served what i served
nowadays i keep it coo, and roll this mother earth
chrome shoes, brand new, can’t park too close to the curb
what i’m sippin hand squeezed, styrofoam, white tee
your b_tch tree taste like fruit and my coupe tangerine
feelin like that boy speed, vanish in a smoke screen
they say i’m acting brand new, you must’ve knew the old me, one
b_tch, you knew the old me
i’m chasin’ racks by myself, smokin’ on my own weed
n_ggas that i used to look up, callin me they big homie
everybody think they know me, but they don’t really know me
and i don’t care if you say you love me, b_tch you gotta show me
and i ain’t believing sh_t, actions speak louder than some words
ain’t n0body taught me sh_t, i just heard what i heard
& i ain’t worried bout no gossip, leave that sh_t for the birds

- ji beats

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