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    "Reefer Party" Lyrics

    feat. Chevy Woods and Neako

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    [Wiz Khalifa]
    Thousand pounds of weed
    Riding in my car so fast I wont turn down the speed
    Them hoes dont use they feet no more, they break down to their knees
    And suck me like a king
    Rose in my champagne glass and diamonds in my ring
    Uh, roll some, thats your bitch on my dick, I might let her hold something
    You niggas smoking sevens Imma need a whole onion, whole youngin, oh
    Same ones that hate, same ones that tag along
    No Blackberry, too many lame niggas call my phone
    Call me world wide Wiz cause I'm never home
    Ever leave me round your bitch I'mma get her stoned
    And you know that, I rock camos and throwbacks
    And go download some of my old track
    and go play somewhere there's hoes at
    Fucking high, and you down there where them lows at
    Gettin tired of hearing my flow jacked go head hand me
    a joint you cant roll that


    I got a whole lot of hochie,
    and I'm rolling up for anyone in here that knows me
    Everybody smoking, yeaaaaaaaaa its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a party
    Everybody smoking papers, nobody smoking blunts
    Bitches rolling weed and my niggas f-cked up
    yeaaaaaaaaa its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a party

    [Chevy Woods]
    Quarter pound of that sour, thats four days on tour
    Sleeping on how we smoke, see all these pillows on this floor
    Every state we score, fill those papers they be raw
    Look like a piece of chalk in my hand but I aint writing on the chalkboard
    And I heard its a party, its a party its a party but I'm cool
    Them niggas smoking garbage, I'm no fool
    We give 5 j's out half zips? Nigga thats really smoking
    Aint enough weed up in that swisha to get you high, you joking
    Niggas claim that they be high, they be hella low
    When they gang up in the building you gon' smell that sour smoke
    I could get that shit from my backyard, go pick it out myself
    Yellow light let me slow it down, niggas need some help
    28 aint enough you need more
    All this weed over here, thats 1 weed jar
    When them planes get the flying, niggas wanna part
    Smoking crash with the plane, Amelia Earhart


    What I smoke in one day, these niggas dont smoke in one week
    Riding round and its just me, Pepsi can, playing that Bun B
    Gotta smoke that dope on the run with me, comfortably,
    I'm smoking weed
    Doing speeds, who with me, probably a chick from TMZ
    I make her roll like two or three, let her smoke and feel the breeze
    Ya'll chip in on a half a zip, counting grams, saving weed
    Average shit, it was us just smoking out in NY
    Swear to GOD we let ten fly, thats ten planes with ten guys
    Nine smoke, meaning someone left without his mind pot
    Planes Continental, flights nonstop
    You get some zips, well get some P's
    Smoke your spliffs and ragged bitch tell me how does she breath
    Perfect planes, we call them G6′s
    And its just me chilling, me and three bitches
    Rolling up its cool, come take this bong rip
    Pack this bold straight dope, make your lungs rip

    • submitted by Aisha on May 26th, 2011

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