Sticky Green feat. Scarface (Screwed) Songtext
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Sticky Green feat. Scarface (Screwed) Songtext
Grab a swish of sweet
Grab a swish of sweet
Grab a swish of sweet
Grab a swish of sweet
Grab a-
Grab a swish of sweet and use my fingernail to cut it
Gut it, I dump the droppin′s out and then
Stuff it full of coffee and if you don't know by now
Coffee is killa, in other words weed or fat
God is a pillar, bud stems of trees
Orchard bodied by the rules of weed
Tortured by the smoke, choke coughin′ they fart
Then quit it but they still tryin' to hit it too hard
Thick green, frosted leaves
Oh so sweet, love to blow weed
Thick green, frosted leaves
Oh so sweet, love to blow weed
It seems to be a misunderstanding about the cheeba
I see signs stating "Can a pistol be?"
But I need big fat jilla to get me lit
The furthest zig-zag, these Phillies ain't the shit
Laced up with the bombay, Mary
Anything that you can mix with the spinach
I done tried and damn near died
Til′ I realized this is straight legend
If you see me blowin′ out smoke you can bet it
Thick green, frosted leaves
Oh so sweet, love to blow weed
Thick green, frosted leaves
Oh so sweet, love to blow weed
Man go on, don't see nothin′ wrong with a little reefer
The weed I got's a drank, nigga just tell me where to meet ya
I try to get higher, here use my lighter
Set that ass on fire, blow it like a choir
Everybody′s in line
Hopin' they can get they fingers on it one more time
There′s nothin' but the party over here
This how we do it, music, bitches, beer, and oh yeah
Thick green, frosted leaves
Oh so sweet, love to blow weed
Thick green, frosted leaves
Oh so sweet, love to blow weed
Fuckin' with my dough is like fuckin′ with my pride
And fuckin′ with my hoes is like fuckin' with my high
There′s two things in life that you just don't mess with
Act like a trick and like a trick you get dealt with
Grab a swish of sweet
Grab a swish of sweet
Grab a swish of sweet
Grab a-
Grab a swish of sweet and use my fingernail to cut it
Gut it, I dump the droppin′s out and then
Stuff it full of coffee and if you don't know by now
Coffee is killa, in other words weed or fat
God is a pillar, bud stems of trees
Orchard bodied by the rules of weed
Tortured by the smoke, choke coughin′ they fart
Then quit it but they still tryin' to hit it too hard
Thick green, frosted leaves
Oh so sweet, love to blow weed
Thick green, frosted leaves
Oh so sweet, love to blow weed
It seems to be a misunderstanding about the cheeba
I see signs stating "Can a pistol be?"
But I need big fat jilla to get me lit
The furthest zig-zag, these Phillies ain't the shit
Laced up with the bombay, Mary
Anything that you can mix with the spinach
I done tried and damn near died
Til′ I realized this is straight legend
If you see me blowin′ out smoke you can bet it
Thick green, frosted leaves
Oh so sweet, love to blow weed
Thick green, frosted leaves
Oh so sweet, love to blow weed
Man go on, don't see nothin′ wrong with a little reefer
The weed I got's a drank, nigga just tell me where to meet ya
I try to get higher, here use my lighter
Set that ass on fire, blow it like a choir
Everybody′s in line
Hopin' they can get they fingers on it one more time
There′s nothin' but the party over here
This how we do it, music, bitches, beer, and oh yeah
Thick green, frosted leaves
Oh so sweet, love to blow weed
Thick green, frosted leaves
Oh so sweet, love to blow weed
Fuckin' with my dough is like fuckin′ with my pride
And fuckin′ with my hoes is like fuckin' with my high
There′s two things in life that you just don't mess with
Act like a trick and like a trick you get dealt with
Writer(s): Devin Copeland, Tone Capone Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com