paroles de chanson Clapped - MRI feat. Genesis.

Clapped I don't know what's going on
Mofucka I'm buzzed where the fuck is the plug
I just smoked another ounce of the weed that I brought
Imma need another pound and a hit of the blunt

Smokin big gelato
With the gang we hotboxin the condo
Dippin in the foreign to re up we roll a few mo
Polo smell like cookie smoke
Ashin on the ksubis tho
Gotta make this play I got the munchies let's go to the store
Chicken cutlet or the chop cheese
OJ with the chips n water say wassup to akhi
Sippin on a pressed juice smokin on my broccoli
Ain't even on the block they say I'm stinkin up the property

Clapped I don't know what's going on
Mofucka I'm buzzed where the fuck is the plug
I just smoked another ounce of the weed that I brought
Imma need another pound and a hit of the blunt

Aye
I stay smacked all day
Contemplating formulating on how I'm getting paid
If there's money to make
Then I get it cuz I got expensive taste
I'm smoking on grade A this shit is bussin
Rushing to my head like concussion
Im twisted like bunions
Rolling the onion cuz I got the pack in abundance
My stomach be grumbling
My phone be buzzing
All of these custys be bugging
But get to the money get to the money drip flooding the streets like tsunami
They tryna ride the wavve while I'm lost in the purple haze
Rolling big dope to the face
Got you geeking make you think it's laced

Clapped I don't know what's going on
Mofucka I'm buzzed where the fuck is the plug
I just smoked another ounce of the weed that I brought
Imma need another pound and a hit of the blunt