Smoke DZA ft. Flatbush Zombies - Bamma Weed Lyrics

<CENTER> </CENTER><br /><CENTER><EM><U><B>Bamma Weed Lyrics by Smoke DZA ft. Flatbush Zombies</B> </U></EM><br /><P>Nigga, I'm high off living, do what you do<BR>Live how you live, hold your opinion<BR>Probably cough into a coma if you hit that bowl<BR>God bless the man if he just that bold<BR>You don't do it like we do, nah, we don't believe you<BR>You niggas on that K2, we smoking sour diesel<BR>Kushed God, bitch, nigga chief like Katonah<BR>Flow bonkers, been fly since Tonka<BR>Contraband left on my dresser<BR>Bagged up, got extras, more bread to get up<BR>I hustle, I ain't letting up<BR>These wild niggas sleep, money still printing up<BR>So I be Zombie status<BR>With my Zombie niggas, getting all this cabbage<BR>Kushed God in the physical, Smokers Club original<BR>Members are minimal</P><br /><P>Don't give me no bammer weed<BR>We don't smoke that shit in the N.Y.C<BR>Lucy in the sky with diamonds, feeling vibrant<BR>Close your eyelids, the glorious dead arrive with<BR>DZA, we stay high, stoned, and stay fly<BR>Three grams for breakfast, hash wax for seconds<BR>My reflection, the force to be reckoned, but my direction<BR>These niggas awkwardly threaten, don't need a weapon, this menace<BR>Spark that leaf [?] with a ounce of top shelf chilling, top peeling<BR>All about that green, nigga, can you hear me?<BR>Same nigga on the block, serving grams, getting knots<BR>Wha-what? What you thought, you was smoking that good?<BR>I got a sack of dour and that wax is hitting proper<BR>Dusty Rhodes, elbows dropper, only smoke them if they proper<BR>The dondada, pussy popper, show stopper<BR>Z-O-M-B bitch</P><br /><P>Don't give me no bammer weed<BR>We don't smoke that shit in the N.Y.C<BR>We them top notch marijuan coppers<BR>O.G. a dour, make sure it's proper</P><br /><P>Not swagger, but effervescence, some say that sex is a weapon<BR>Keep shorty around like she pregnant<BR>Since I have no filter on the blunts, I have no filter on my mouth<BR>Fuck the living, we are dead, I smoke the marley like the dreads<BR>Rude boy, choose I, lick a shot, choose I<BR>I am on that new high, I'm just trying to boost mine<BR>Spanish mamis say my eyes rojo, don't call po-po<BR>I'm rolling solo, dank, buddha, ain't a thing to you<BR>Eyes closed, Bush, got me singing songs to you<BR>So what's wrong with you, not getting along with you<BR>We should live it a little, smoke trees, fuck all my enemies<BR>Since all my niggas are smoking good, my bitch turned Hollywood<BR>My niggas are riding good, take a pull of the chronic cough<BR>Making you lose your composure so you could hardly talk<BR>DZA got 'em, spark the lighter up<BR>Not dividing us, nigga, you ain't as high as us</P><br /><P>Don't give me no bammer weed<BR>We don't smoke that shit in the N.Y.C<BR>We them top notch marijuan coppers<BR>O.G. a dour, make sure it's proper</P></CENTER>

Smoke DZA ft. Flatbush Zombies - Bamma Weed Lyrics

  Bamma Weed Lyrics by Smoke DZA ft. Flatbush Zombies Nigga, I'm high off living, do what you do Live how you live, hold your opinion P...

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