paroles de chanson Light It Up - Mr. Patron

I'mma light it up, I'mma light it up
I'mma light it up, I'mma light it up
I'mma light it up, I'mma light it up
And get high, I'mma get high
And get high, I'mma get high

First things first, gotta grab my swisher sweet
And then I cut it down the middle, pack it nice and neat
And it's gotta be the sticky's, gotta be hella green
Gotta smell like a skunk, won't smoke nothing in between
Gotta stay elevated, pupils hella dilated
Got my locs on my face, cause I know they all be staring

Keep my music turned up, keep my shit on blast
Y'all keep fucking with my high, and I'mma catch that ass
Blowing on the dro, keep my mind working slow
Cause I'm livin' life fast, and I gotta slow my roll
So I take another puff, and I take another hit
And I blow it in the air, watch it leave with the wind

I'mma light it up, I'mma light it up
I'mma light it up, I'mma light it up
I'mma light it up, I'mma light it up
And get high, I'mma get high
And get high, I'mma get high

Another day, another blunt, and man I'm back at it

I love this fucking habit, I just gotta have it
Wake and bake, mid-day, especially at night
Don't need a boarding pass to get on this flight
So I light it, light it up, light it up real quick
And I take a big ass puff, and then I just hold it in
Feel the smoke up in my chest, feel my eyes getting red
Feel the stress coming out when I release my breath
Ain't no other high now that can make me feel like this
All them other hood rats always talking that shit
So I take another hit before I choke out a bitch

I'd rather choke on Mary, cause she's the shit

I'mma light it up, I'mma light it up
I'mma light it up, I'mma light it up
I'mma light it up, I'mma light it up
And get high, I'mma get high
And get high, I'mma get high

Always keep it in the bag, doubled up with two knots
Not the little ziplock bags that you get on the front

I'm a boss in the D, and we push it by the P's
You don't get what I'm saying, then you probably catching Z's
Always smoking on my grass, and collecting all my cash
Leaving big clouds of smoke every time you see me pass
Keep a blunt on my lip, extra heat on my hip

If you try to snatch it up, your ass will probably get lit
On my own in my zone, tripping out all alone
Let the smoke kick in, take control of my dome
If you feel it like I feel it, homie do what I do
Put the yesca to the lighter, let it do what it do

I'mma light it up, I'mma light it up
I'mma light it up, I'mma light it up
I'mma light it up, I'mma light it up
And get high, I'mma get high
And get high, I'mma get high