paroles de chanson Lil Flor - NotNito
Indica
or
Sativa
We
get
stoned
for
positive
Opposites
cannot
contend
High
Higher
Higher
than
a
comet
Heavens
all
around
me
Bet
cha'
won't
fire
one
up
You
can
catch
a
contact
But
if
you
don't
want
that
Get
away
from
me
Choppa
in
the
closet
If
they
bring
the
nonsense
Bitch
I
go
fucking
dumb
Stoners
move
in
silence
Leave
you
more
excited
Kissin'
my
little
flor
Our
first
kiss
truly
was
magical
Turn
doobies
to
ashes
yo
Are
you
high
enough
ask
yourself
When
life
is
a
drag
take
a
drag
of
the
chronic
Fill
up
a
bowl
with
a
gram
take
a
bong
rip
Mmm
this
taste
delicioso
Away
from
all
the
bullshit
Just
need
a
tiny
break,
moment
of
my
own
Do
something
I
enjoy
like
write
a
song
Make
everybody
roll
some
weed
up
and
sing
along
Chiefin'
alone
is
what
I
prefer
All
of
my
fingertips
sprinkled
with
kief
Orange
purple
or
red
fur
Lungs
diving
in
head
first
Tetrahydrocannabinol
Wish
I
could
dab
it
all
Face
problems
laugh
it
off
Use
hemp
oil
when
I'm
jackin'
off
Drown
the
world
with
magic
sauce
Haters
not
used
to
a
Spanish
God
Point
and
laugh
say
I'm
odd
They
hooked
on
clout
I'm
hooked
on
bud
Netflix
and
chill
shawty
Everywhere
that
I
be
smokey
Important
Tree
potent
breathe
poison
Terpene
Higher
than
a
comet
Heavens
all
around
me
Bet
cha'
won't
fire
one
up
You
can
catch
a
contact
But
if
you
don't
want
that
Get
away
from
me
Choppa
in
the
closet
If
they
bring
the
nonsense
Bitch
I
go
fucking
dumb
Stoners
move
in
silence
Leave
you
more
excited
Kissin'
my
little
flor
The
pressure
the
pressure
Doin'
this
with
no
effort
Flor
my
guilty
pleasure
Fresher
than
nectar
Actually
If
you're
not
first
you're
last
place
Genius
Break
gastrocnemius
Pardon
my
disobedience
Flavor
you
with
my
lyrical
ingredient
Take
off
in
a
speedy
frenzy
Baked
like
an
EZ
oven
Edibles
ate
a
dozen
You
haven't
tried
it
yet
you'd
probably
love
it
Get
higher
and
higher
Tip
of
my
gar
is
on
fire
Do
whatever's
required
We
exist
in
lie
Don't
get
defensive
and
hide
If
I
had
one
wish
I'd
probably
rip
out
your
spine
and
switch
it
with
mine
I
was
born
to
rhyme
Leavin'
ya
mortified
We
don't
see
eye
to
eye
Riga-mortis
your
whole
society
Is
it
fame
or
notoriety
Product
of
no
environment
For
people
who
want
me
dead
Fill
you
up
with
lead,
call
me
Iron
Clad
Wetback
dry
on
land
Smoke
entire
bag
Love
to
leave
a
sucker
mad
Floating
clouds
I
grab
Wipe
em'
away
like
an
Oxy
pad
Higher
than
a
comet
Heavens
all
around
me
Bet
cha'
won't
fire
one
up
You
can
catch
a
contact
But
if
you
don't
want
that
Get
away
from
me
Choppa
in
the
closet
If
they
bring
the
nonsense
Bitch
I
go
fucking
dumb
Stoners
move
in
silence
Leave
you
more
excited
Kissin'
my
little
flor
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