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Webby - 3.5 Lyrics



Webby - 3.5 Lyrics




Roll up a three five yeah
Got choppas with nines yeah
Bitches telling me lies yeah
They not worth my time yeah
Roll up a three five yeah
I'm tryna get high yeah
They hate all time yeah
They not catching my vibe yeah

Wake up in the morning
Can't f*ck her she boring
Im already pouring
Do this every week
Got grams imported
I feel so important
Plug got what I want
And she know what I need

Roll me one
Roll me two
Roll me three
Roll me one
Roll me two
Roll me three

Wake up in the morning
Can't f*ck her she boring
Im already pouring
Do this every week

This liquor might f*ck up my kidneys
She only call when she needs me
I just talked to god and I said please
We smoke exotic this ain't cheap
I be so faded elevated
And these hoes go crazy for me
My pockets never vacant
I know you hate it
That I always got that on me
Cause I got angels on my shoulders
Got demons in my cup
Got friends that f*cked me over
But wanna see what's up
I can never be sober
So Ima roll this up
I got three five in my swisher
I'm bout to smoke this blunt

Roll up a three five yeah
Got choppas with nines yeah
Bitches telling me lies yeah
They not worth my time yeah
Roll up a three five yeah
I'm tryna get high yeah
They hate all time yeah
They not catching my vibe yeah
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Roll up a three five yeah
Got choppas with nines yeah
Bitches telling me lies yeah
They not worth my time yeah
Roll up a three five yeah
I'm tryna get high yeah
They hate all time yeah
They not catching my vibe yeah

Wake up in the morning
Can't f*ck her she boring
Im already pouring
Do this every week
Got grams imported
I feel so important
Plug got what I want
And she know what I need

Roll me one
Roll me two
Roll me three
Roll me one
Roll me two
Roll me three

Wake up in the morning
Can't f*ck her she boring
Im already pouring
Do this every week

This liquor might f*ck up my kidneys
She only call when she needs me
I just talked to god and I said please
We smoke exotic this ain't cheap
I be so faded elevated
And these hoes go crazy for me
My pockets never vacant
I know you hate it
That I always got that on me
Cause I got angels on my shoulders
Got demons in my cup
Got friends that f*cked me over
But wanna see what's up
I can never be sober
So Ima roll this up
I got three five in my swisher
I'm bout to smoke this blunt

Roll up a three five yeah
Got choppas with nines yeah
Bitches telling me lies yeah
They not worth my time yeah
Roll up a three five yeah
I'm tryna get high yeah
They hate all time yeah
They not catching my vibe yeah
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Writer: Alex Webb
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Written by: Alex Webb

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