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Wildcat

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Wildcat

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Ounce of love is all need

To fly with an angel

While the dealers die for it

The kush brun like bullets

Both I'm chasin the green

I'm chienfin, seein

Time after time

Girl, I need that strong shit

Top of the line

You know stick icky wrong shit

You know there might be a time

Pretty young thing

Baby just try this

I got all the flavors

Got you fienin

Oh, oh

Girl, I got you warming up so take off them clothes

We can do it anywhere

Have one cup,let's go

Hallucinating this hit will make you see your ghosts

You're mine, it's alright

You said that you ain't smoke in a while, baby

So we gon' fuck and I'mma roll up

It's getting loud,blowing on that loud, girl

Baby, I'mma work you out girl, work you out, girl

I love you, Mary Jane

I'mma break it down, baby lick you like a swisher

Homie light that shit on fire

Mary jane I'm poppin wit ya

I'm a hot box in your hot box

You just take it like a picture

I'mma go slower and slower

So high you flyin' baby

I'mma break it down, baby lick you like a swisha

I'mma break it down, l-l-lick you like, lick you like

I'mma break it down, baby lick you like a swisha

I'mma break it down, baby so high we're flyin', yea

You so high, you fine baby

Smoke that shit, better give me a light

My private jet red eye baby

Give it to you good, beat it up

Yo pussy is a crybaby

Don't stop, take it to the head

Yea, yea

And I'm putting in work, that 9 to 5 baby

Coming round, you smoking brown

Let me bust that, switch you out, baby

That white girl, them white papers

Let's roll up, roll up

I'm off that green, she off that molly

I need a bottle of water

And everything good, the kitty got smilin

Oh, oh

Girl, I got you warming up so take off them clothes

We can do it anywhere

Have one cup, let's go

Hallucinating this hit will make you see your ghosts

You're mine, it's alright

You said that you ain't smoke in a while baby

So we gon fuck and I'mma roll up

It's getting loud, blowing on that loud girl

Baby, I'mma work you out girl, work you out girl

I love you, Mary Jane

I'mma break it down, baby, lick you like a swisha

Homie light that shit on fire

Mary jane I'm poppin wit ya

I'm a hot box in your hot box

You just take it like a picture

I'mma go slower and slower

So high you flyin, baby

I'mma break it down, baby, lick you like a swisha

I'mma break it down, l-l-lick you like, lick you like

I'mma break it down, baby, lick you like a swisha

I'mma break it down, baby, so high we're flyin yea

Okay, hold up I'm bout to roll up

I got a pint, gon mix it with the sprite

Let me pour up

Hell of a night, 100 million dollar yacht

Never paid for the pussy

But after this you gon owe us

Stick on the dick but don't throw up

Break it down, bend you over

Always be, I'm off the thc

I guarantee that bitch nigga won't show up

I'mma make the bitch box box

Nigga to yo look style, we gon pull up at snoop' house

Smoke it by the ounce (ounce), a nigga be too high

Man you're star struck, kinda fucked

I'mma go ham when I'm in it

I throw 100 bands when I'm winnin

What you sayin? It's a limit?

She on my shoulder, getting closer

Now she a changed small

I'mma break it down, baby lick you like a swisha

Homie light that shit on fire

Mary jane I'm poppin wit ya

I'm a hot box in your hot box

You just take it like a picture

I'mma go slower and slower

So high you flyin baby

I'mma break it down, baby lick you like a swisha

I'mma break it down, l-l-lick you like, lick you like

I'mma break it down, baby lick you like a swisha

I'mma break it down, baby so high we're flyin', yea

Yeah, yeah, wild

Yeah, yeah, wild

Yeah, yeah, wild

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