The Orwells - BLUNTS lyrics

Hot young honey with a p**n star body Not thinking twice chasing Rose with Bacardi Bang a little bang, and I'm trying to get stoned, met a couple bad b**hes, two blunts rolled Smoke got me slow, it's the Kush that we blow, last f**ing hit got me outta control Cheap champagne and a 40 in the other hand, f** what you heard I be every b**hes main man What's in the foam cup that just got me so gone? Twenty five people stand out on the front lawn Pants so tight you can see my dick Better wipe that sh** off girl, I don't f** with Lipstick! She's on my sh** got me turned on and turned up When your b**h walk by I turn and say “what's up” Unload the clip when she co*king my block Got a couple bullets left, but she won't stop Rich white girl drop that a** like it's acid I'm rollin' up fatties and chewing on Xanax Stacking up singles in fake sungla**es Sit on my lap and let me get a couple dances I make it rain like a Florida hurricane Mouth full of platinum and three gold chains Zip up my pants and then hop out my Caddy p**y so tight, I could'a been her daddy!