Audra the Rapper - Toke It lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, chicks do this sh** too I wear pearls and pearl blunts [Hook] In that Royce and that rolls with full tint Don't worry 'bout them boys they can't look in Just roll it, smoke it, pa** it, toke it Roll it, smoke it, pa** it, toke it Let my n***as re-up with my feet up Got that weave like Pocahantus so we chiefin' Just roll it, smoke it, pa** it, toke it Roll it, smoke it, pa** it, toke it [Verse 1: Audra the Rapper] n***a, they be like why you smell so much? I'm like for real, I be high so much Just scared me and the sky, goin' touch Got angels for neighbors, 2Pac and I do lunch Left eye and I do brunch, like that touch Was gonna hit your man's up, but he cry too much And I'm from Richmond, and I don't deal with b**h men I'm dealin' with those bad boys, the stayed up in detention Cause they like the way I be speedin' And the whip with the V10 Or maybe the Benz, same color as semen You always see me comin', ain't talkin' 'bout screamin' Weave like Pocahantus, that's why I stay chiefin' Thicker than a snicker and my nails a mile long Complexion look the same standin' next to Nia Long But the weave longer, the weed stronger Roll the doobie up let the bong burn [Verse 2: Nickelus F] Ay yo, I roll the best ma, admit it Smoke out the civic, show you how I'm livin' I only got papers, and no you won't get with 'em But she was high off the smell before I even lit it Oh, and that's what we call fire Cotton mouth now, need agua sip Chop shop spliffs and hot box the whip Bags big like botox shots in lips sh**, I bet you won't remember me After we finish the L, sip the Hennessy Presidential suites, sweet, I be Kennedy Time for his hoodie up, hide my identity Uh, try my little vaporizer I nicknamed it the tranquilizer Uh, Polo down Only smoke lime green We don't blow no brown [Hook] [Verse 3: Audra the Rapper] I get high as a window Smokin' on that window First letter gone, so is the mental And I'm mentally unstable get a hold of me Like the L I toke, ya'll n***as blowin' me But I be gettin' f**ed up with them white boys Swisher sweets or punks, no white boys I like my sh** to burn slow, ya'll n***as are slow Go to the store cop a cigarello Roll it, smoke it, pa** it, toke it Let the spliff burn down till you burn the acrylics I'm only worried 'bout takin' I ain't worried 'bout dealin' So I'm gettin' that, hairs got me twistin' like I'm dreaded up I blaze to get baked where the bread at? And my clutch is where the bud is at You can find me in the Marriot, or outside, in that [Hook]