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100 Grams Video (MV)




Performed By: Wako Vicsh
Length: 2:52
Written by: Tim Washington




Wako Vicsh - 100 Grams Lyrics




100 grams on me tell my haters see u later
All these vapors got me feeling like im on a elevator
Will i stop hell naw i just keep on rolling papers
Like a taylor in my city going crazy wit the flavors

What you smoking on 100
What you smoking on a 100 grams

Exotic in a raw now that's breakfast for a champ
If that pack is not official shit dont get the stamp
We go light up like a lamp then we go up llike a ramp
I live like a vamp bout to ball kevin Durant
Niggas out here trying to fleece hell yea i can tell
I smoke in door out in cali homie i can tell the smell
Follow yo nose like tucan sam cuz this shit leave a trail
I would be still smoking weed if i was sitting in a cell
Im on floss mode homie i been stacking up for months
Bought a box a vegan wraps now im rolling up these blunts
I used to be in the back now im posted in the front
When you single getting money you can do what you want
Im on zips of that shit when a nigga pulling up
Joints look like blunts so you know whats in my cup
(Yell) E&j) i got more of it so just keep pouring up
I got zips she got molly an i keep a double cup

I used to be on short vine burning joints all night
Now im in the studio goin crazy on the mic
Soon as i get this pack off then im go take a flight
To my ot bitch Cuz she roll weed an she polite
Im bout dollars x3 like a stripper on the pole
My weed like an auction to the highest bidder sold
Im blowing on zones bag of cali to the dome
Got niggas so f*cked up that they cant make it home
Niggas perpin if they say i dont keep in that pack
I be looking like how you go play me like that
I was sitting there burnin hit licks in the trap
Had the junkies shooting up an trying to cop the sack
Police was getting over with them laws thats a fact
Its a zip they wanna charge you like you out here selling crack
Now i could roll wit a 100 grams on my lap
An they cant take me to jail i thank smitherman for that
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100 grams on me tell my haters see u later
All these vapors got me feeling like im on a elevator
Will i stop hell naw i just keep on rolling papers
Like a taylor in my city going crazy wit the flavors

What you smoking on 100
What you smoking on a 100 grams

Exotic in a raw now that's breakfast for a champ
If that pack is not official shit dont get the stamp
We go light up like a lamp then we go up llike a ramp
I live like a vamp bout to ball kevin Durant
Niggas out here trying to fleece hell yea i can tell
I smoke in door out in cali homie i can tell the smell
Follow yo nose like tucan sam cuz this shit leave a trail
I would be still smoking weed if i was sitting in a cell
Im on floss mode homie i been stacking up for months
Bought a box a vegan wraps now im rolling up these blunts
I used to be in the back now im posted in the front
When you single getting money you can do what you want
Im on zips of that shit when a nigga pulling up
Joints look like blunts so you know whats in my cup
(Yell) E&j) i got more of it so just keep pouring up
I got zips she got molly an i keep a double cup

I used to be on short vine burning joints all night
Now im in the studio goin crazy on the mic
Soon as i get this pack off then im go take a flight
To my ot bitch Cuz she roll weed an she polite
Im bout dollars x3 like a stripper on the pole
My weed like an auction to the highest bidder sold
Im blowing on zones bag of cali to the dome
Got niggas so f*cked up that they cant make it home
Niggas perpin if they say i dont keep in that pack
I be looking like how you go play me like that
I was sitting there burnin hit licks in the trap
Had the junkies shooting up an trying to cop the sack
Police was getting over with them laws thats a fact
Its a zip they wanna charge you like you out here selling crack
Now i could roll wit a 100 grams on my lap
An they cant take me to jail i thank smitherman for that
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Writer: Tim Washington
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