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Four Twenny Freestyle 2 Video (MV)




Performed By: Leb Cleb
Language: English
Length: 3:39
Written by: Caleb Bell




Leb Cleb - Four Twenny Freestyle 2 Lyrics
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What are you about to do
I'm 'bout to roll up
You rollin' another one
Yeah
Oh
Why
Hm
You okay
Yeah I'm good, why
Oh
I never need nobody to gas me up
All I need is somebody to pass the blunt
I never need nobody to wrap it up
If you tryna light up one, just dap me up
(ay)
Lebby got a zip in the car
Lebby take a hit, he don't cough
Let me make the whip lose the top
I was worrying 'bout shit, then I stopped
My lightskin bae sweet as hell but when she smoke, turn ghetto
I can't feel my footsteps like I'm walking on marshmallows
My eyes look so fried you thought I'm right off of the griddle
Won't believe the size this doobie; I'm gon' make it little
I'm a feen feen feen feen feen feen feen
For the weed weed weed weed weed weed weed
I like green green green green green green green
By the p-o-u-n-d-l-b yeah
This right here that gas that just really got me floatin'
This really that gas, rolled up in the wax and coated
This here, this that gas, got me dreaming in the morning
This shit is so gas I look sleepy in the photos
Yeah, you be on your ass when you smoke, but I get active
Two G's in the Backwood and I'm not gonna pass it
Tokin' in the backseat, got nowhere to ash it
Gotta re-up on the stash, makin' rackies on the backend
(ay)
Lebby got a zip in the car
Lebby take a hit, he don't cough
Let me make the whip lose the top
I was worrying 'bout shit, then I stopped
This that type of gas I think I really need a lot of
This that type of gas that really hit like a pinata
This that type of gas that really, really got me f*cked up
My flower with your flower, we mix up, make a salad
Just rolled twenty blunts and now my fingers stick together
This bud lookin' sparkly and I ain't got the flash on
I might do some kush-ups til' I can't no more and pass out
Bitch, I'm the loudest at this party and I ain't even peepin'
This bud in my hand got picked right out the garden of Eden (woo)
I can't figure out if she wanna hit this blunt or me
Shawty took like three damn hits and now she say she greened
Slow burn with that toke I hit so long the cherry blinkin' (ay)
You gon' rip your "Penjamin," all tweaked out, f*ck you thinkin' (ay)
"Puff puff pass," my ass, you ain't put in, so drop your lighter (ay)
I dont need to break my weed cause I'm the biggest grinder, yeah
Know that it's my dream to circle sesh with all my idols, yeah
We blowin' more O's than Cheerios, we nothin' like ya, uh
Wake up, bake up, no occasion, daily f*ckin' cycle uh
Blowin' smoke out in the open, how my f*ckin' night go, uh
King Palm popping filters, flavoring the hits, okay
Use the blunt as pre workout to help me when I lift okay
I said this that type of gas that I'll be smokin' in the meanwhile
This that type of gas that make me think I wanna freestyle
I mean, I don't - I don't think it's necessary
You bout' to cry
No
I mean, I'm already high, how much higher you tryna get
This boy high
Man, take me home
Lets go
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What are you about to do
I'm 'bout to roll up
You rollin' another one
Yeah
Oh
Why
Hm
You okay
Yeah I'm good, why
Oh
I never need nobody to gas me up
All I need is somebody to pass the blunt
I never need nobody to wrap it up
If you tryna light up one, just dap me up
(ay)
Lebby got a zip in the car
Lebby take a hit, he don't cough
Let me make the whip lose the top
I was worrying 'bout shit, then I stopped
My lightskin bae sweet as hell but when she smoke, turn ghetto
I can't feel my footsteps like I'm walking on marshmallows
My eyes look so fried you thought I'm right off of the griddle
Won't believe the size this doobie; I'm gon' make it little
I'm a feen feen feen feen feen feen feen
For the weed weed weed weed weed weed weed
I like green green green green green green green
By the p-o-u-n-d-l-b yeah
This right here that gas that just really got me floatin'
This really that gas, rolled up in the wax and coated
This here, this that gas, got me dreaming in the morning
This shit is so gas I look sleepy in the photos
Yeah, you be on your ass when you smoke, but I get active
Two G's in the Backwood and I'm not gonna pass it
Tokin' in the backseat, got nowhere to ash it
Gotta re-up on the stash, makin' rackies on the backend
(ay)
Lebby got a zip in the car
Lebby take a hit, he don't cough
Let me make the whip lose the top
I was worrying 'bout shit, then I stopped
This that type of gas I think I really need a lot of
This that type of gas that really hit like a pinata
This that type of gas that really, really got me f*cked up
My flower with your flower, we mix up, make a salad
Just rolled twenty blunts and now my fingers stick together
This bud lookin' sparkly and I ain't got the flash on
I might do some kush-ups til' I can't no more and pass out
Bitch, I'm the loudest at this party and I ain't even peepin'
This bud in my hand got picked right out the garden of Eden (woo)
I can't figure out if she wanna hit this blunt or me
Shawty took like three damn hits and now she say she greened
Slow burn with that toke I hit so long the cherry blinkin' (ay)
You gon' rip your "Penjamin," all tweaked out, f*ck you thinkin' (ay)
"Puff puff pass," my ass, you ain't put in, so drop your lighter (ay)
I dont need to break my weed cause I'm the biggest grinder, yeah
Know that it's my dream to circle sesh with all my idols, yeah
We blowin' more O's than Cheerios, we nothin' like ya, uh
Wake up, bake up, no occasion, daily f*ckin' cycle uh
Blowin' smoke out in the open, how my f*ckin' night go, uh
King Palm popping filters, flavoring the hits, okay
Use the blunt as pre workout to help me when I lift okay
I said this that type of gas that I'll be smokin' in the meanwhile
This that type of gas that make me think I wanna freestyle
I mean, I don't - I don't think it's necessary
You bout' to cry
No
I mean, I'm already high, how much higher you tryna get
This boy high
Man, take me home
Lets go
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Writer: Caleb Bell
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