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B.R.A.$.$. - Rello Lyrics



B.R.A.$.$. - Rello Lyrics
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[ Featuring HyDro ]

Ash in the hookah
Brush it off, we got an eighth to go
I smoke so much the ash around me look like eighths of snow
So many blunts in rotation look like our faces glow
So many grams in the middle still got to smoke a fro
Everyone in rotation pitching, won't feed the pigeon
You throwin cash or tree or pussy for my smoke admission
And puff and pass, if you're cheifing you're cut out like division
And take them games out the box like we talkin Activision
F*ck it, I elevate without even needin reason
My trees change colors, my leaves look like they from different seasons
Rolling up with my heathens
We love the green like vegans
And high as holy shit, I'm seeing Jesus preach Ephesians
Y'all call me crazy but it's money then it's weed and pussy
And money's needed, without a dollar my ass gets fussy
And Mary comes with it
That's the bitch I don't mind when Wookie
And pussy comes like a follow-up
Never called it lucky
That's mathematic
Ganjas magic
No addicts but habit
And cotton tails in a baggy look like I hunt a rabbit
Don't light a square in rotation, I will back hand a faggot
And when I die bury me inside of a ganja casket
Put my mouth to Mary
Give a f*ck if that bitch hairy
I lick her sliver, stick her, the thicker the sweeter cherry
I'm so high disrupting angels in their sanctuary
I thought I was Peter Pan and had f*cked a Tinker fairy
I called the plug, I need another O of that good ganja
I need it kickin, I need the trees to have skunk aroma
Pass it forth, if it comes back I just enjoy good karma
I'm super saiyan on these blunts, light up like a blue charger
Zoom
And we smokin all this ganja, all this ganja whoa
And we smokin all this ganja, all this ganja whoa
And we smokin all this ganja, all this ganja whoa
And we smokin all this ganja, all this ganja whoa
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Nothing but that Gang shit man
It's your boy B.R.A.$.$. aka King T.R.U
Nothing but that Gang shit man
Shout out to Dom J. aka Untitled Beatz
Chop Houze Studios
Gang
Let that ride for a bit
A nigga still smokin
Just got a play too
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Ash in the hookah
Brush it off, we got an eighth to go
I smoke so much the ash around me look like eighths of snow
So many blunts in rotation look like our faces glow
So many grams in the middle still got to smoke a fro
Everyone in rotation pitching, won't feed the pigeon
You throwin cash or tree or pussy for my smoke admission
And puff and pass, if you're cheifing you're cut out like division
And take them games out the box like we talkin Activision
F*ck it, I elevate without even needin reason
My trees change colors, my leaves look like they from different seasons
Rolling up with my heathens
We love the green like vegans
And high as holy shit, I'm seeing Jesus preach Ephesians
Y'all call me crazy but it's money then it's weed and pussy
And money's needed, without a dollar my ass gets fussy
And Mary comes with it
That's the bitch I don't mind when Wookie
And pussy comes like a follow-up
Never called it lucky
That's mathematic
Ganjas magic
No addicts but habit
And cotton tails in a baggy look like I hunt a rabbit
Don't light a square in rotation, I will back hand a faggot
And when I die bury me inside of a ganja casket
Put my mouth to Mary
Give a f*ck if that bitch hairy
I lick her sliver, stick her, the thicker the sweeter cherry
I'm so high disrupting angels in their sanctuary
I thought I was Peter Pan and had f*cked a Tinker fairy
I called the plug, I need another O of that good ganja
I need it kickin, I need the trees to have skunk aroma
Pass it forth, if it comes back I just enjoy good karma
I'm super saiyan on these blunts, light up like a blue charger
Zoom
And we smokin all this ganja, all this ganja whoa
And we smokin all this ganja, all this ganja whoa
And we smokin all this ganja, all this ganja whoa
And we smokin all this ganja, all this ganja whoa
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Nothing but that Gang shit man
It's your boy B.R.A.$.$. aka King T.R.U
Nothing but that Gang shit man
Shout out to Dom J. aka Untitled Beatz
Chop Houze Studios
Gang
Let that ride for a bit
A nigga still smokin
Just got a play too
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Writer: Nicholas Jeffers
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Featuring: HyDro
Length: 2:44
Written by: Nicholas Jeffers

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