Doja by ThaIndividuals Lyrics
I got hash nugs stuck
To the locks of my hair
Making moves through the rain
Like im fred astaire
You know its rude to stare
Well you must not care
I'm smoking out in the open
Joe dirt keep the purple going
Lg bought a pack of backs for rolling
Danny parke at the clinic in the morning
Boy I stay high real high
Ain't no mother fucking secret
Sippin seagrams with the juice
I feel like snoop
Now the bandits on the loose
Better keep your bitch at home
Cause she goin call when she alone
Buddah put me in the zone
So far gone
On another planet calling from a pay phone
Im Smoking Doja
Im Smoking Doja
Im Smoking Doja
Hoe You Dont Know Naan Nother
I could give a fuck if thats your damn brother
Smoking bud and making hash butter
Tall can full of that gutter
You can hear the pap when the gat bustin
Light show now ain't that something
Cats in the back running
Looking for the mac
Think they apple rotten
Snapple crackle rockem til they fucking head is poppin
I smoke herb and maintain
You dont wanna make the front page
Point blank range
Lyrics buckin like a pump from the 12 gauge
I won't be tamed
Chained in a mental cage
Or a slave to your evil ways
I got rhymes for days
You can hot rail my lines
Til your eyes are gray
Peace
To the locks of my hair
Making moves through the rain
Like im fred astaire
You know its rude to stare
Well you must not care
I'm smoking out in the open
Joe dirt keep the purple going
Lg bought a pack of backs for rolling
Danny parke at the clinic in the morning
Boy I stay high real high
Ain't no mother fucking secret
Sippin seagrams with the juice
I feel like snoop
Now the bandits on the loose
Better keep your bitch at home
Cause she goin call when she alone
Buddah put me in the zone
So far gone
On another planet calling from a pay phone
Im Smoking Doja
Im Smoking Doja
Im Smoking Doja
Hoe You Dont Know Naan Nother
I could give a fuck if thats your damn brother
Smoking bud and making hash butter
Tall can full of that gutter
You can hear the pap when the gat bustin
Light show now ain't that something
Cats in the back running
Looking for the mac
Think they apple rotten
Snapple crackle rockem til they fucking head is poppin
I smoke herb and maintain
You dont wanna make the front page
Point blank range
Lyrics buckin like a pump from the 12 gauge
I won't be tamed
Chained in a mental cage
Or a slave to your evil ways
I got rhymes for days
You can hot rail my lines
Til your eyes are gray
Peace