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Smoke so much weed, I wish I could insure my lung
This ain't Gelato thirty-three, this is forty-one, let's go
I got a heavy eye cah I'm very high
Smokin' on this Black Cherry Pie (that purple shit)
And I keep forgettin' shit, today my brain's slow
Cah I smoke so much Zkittles, I could taste the rainbow, uh
Told my little nigga, "Fix up quick," molly
Go buy a three-five of some Biscotti
When the Runtz landed, I hit a Q
Thought I saw an ape stuck when I hit the Gorilla Glue
Got packs in the mail fam, you know we post
My nigga older, he growin' Do-Si-Dos (my nigga)
Used to stash my draws in the bush
Now we overseas bunnin' Watermelon Kush, uh
That's my nigga but we ain't got the same neck (nah)
I'm smokin' Glue, Trappy smokin' Star Dog and Trainwreck
It's Nines
The other day this lil' nigga tellin' me 'bout he landed some Gelonade
I was like, "Lil' nigga, I don't give a f*ck"
You be shippin' packs, my packs come on a ship
If I passed you this spliff right now
You'd f*ckin' feel like you're sittin' on a cloud
And I still keep rollin' like a tumbleweed (tumbleweed)
Feel me? Uh
I used to get my Dutch off a Spangy
I smoke a spliff but I'on really f*ck with the Tangie
My niggas growin' Cookies and Jaffa Cakes in Brum
Got so much flavors, I had to make a song (make a song)
Fam, these youtes ain't got a clue
Tellin' me it's Diesel and it's Super Orange Glue
I'm high off of Gushers but I still move like a ninja (still quick)
I don't want no cushion 'less it's Billy Kimber (I'm faded)
Plus, I'm workin' on my own strain (yeah)
It's in the early process, it ain't got no name (comin' real soon)
Feelin' like I'm 'bout to levitate (yeah, yeah)
Cah me and Too Bad smokin' Wedding Cake
If you taste the forbidden fruit, you might frass
Every spliff in my ashtray's white ash
I'm smoking Smarties with my favorite bitch
And even though ammi's dying out, it made me rich
It's Nines
"Gave the Snow Leopard
One draw on my ting and he's out cold, bruv
I even drawed his bredrin and now he's out cold, bruv
This shit's too dank, I swear down"
Flavours Video (MV)
Performed By: Nines
Length: 3:01
Written by: Courtney Freckleton, Giorgia Mullard, Henrique Carvalhal, Nana Agyemang
Nines - Flavours Lyrics
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Smoke so much weed, I wish I could insure my lung
This ain't Gelato thirty-three, this is forty-one, let's go
I got a heavy eye cah I'm very high
Smokin' on this Black Cherry Pie (that purple shit)
And I keep forgettin' shit, today my brain's slow
Cah I smoke so much Zkittles, I could taste the rainbow, uh
Told my little nigga, "Fix up quick," molly
Go buy a three-five of some Biscotti
When the Runtz landed, I hit a Q
Thought I saw an ape stuck when I hit the Gorilla Glue
Got packs in the mail fam, you know we post
My nigga older, he growin' Do-Si-Dos (my nigga)
Used to stash my draws in the bush
Now we overseas bunnin' Watermelon Kush, uh
That's my nigga but we ain't got the same neck (nah)
I'm smokin' Glue, Trappy smokin' Star Dog and Trainwreck
It's Nines
The other day this lil' nigga tellin' me 'bout he landed some Gelonade
I was like, "Lil' nigga, I don't give a f*ck"
You be shippin' packs, my packs come on a ship
If I passed you this spliff right now
You'd f*ckin' feel like you're sittin' on a cloud
And I still keep rollin' like a tumbleweed (tumbleweed)
Feel me? Uh
I used to get my Dutch off a Spangy
I smoke a spliff but I'on really f*ck with the Tangie
My niggas growin' Cookies and Jaffa Cakes in Brum
Got so much flavors, I had to make a song (make a song)
Fam, these youtes ain't got a clue
Tellin' me it's Diesel and it's Super Orange Glue
I'm high off of Gushers but I still move like a ninja (still quick)
I don't want no cushion 'less it's Billy Kimber (I'm faded)
Plus, I'm workin' on my own strain (yeah)
It's in the early process, it ain't got no name (comin' real soon)
Feelin' like I'm 'bout to levitate (yeah, yeah)
Cah me and Too Bad smokin' Wedding Cake
If you taste the forbidden fruit, you might frass
Every spliff in my ashtray's white ash
I'm smoking Smarties with my favorite bitch
And even though ammi's dying out, it made me rich
It's Nines
"Gave the Snow Leopard
One draw on my ting and he's out cold, bruv
I even drawed his bredrin and now he's out cold, bruv
This shit's too dank, I swear down"
Smoke so much weed, I wish I could insure my lung
This ain't Gelato thirty-three, this is forty-one, let's go
I got a heavy eye cah I'm very high
Smokin' on this Black Cherry Pie (that purple shit)
And I keep forgettin' shit, today my brain's slow
Cah I smoke so much Zkittles, I could taste the rainbow, uh
Told my little nigga, "Fix up quick," molly
Go buy a three-five of some Biscotti
When the Runtz landed, I hit a Q
Thought I saw an ape stuck when I hit the Gorilla Glue
Got packs in the mail fam, you know we post
My nigga older, he growin' Do-Si-Dos (my nigga)
Used to stash my draws in the bush
Now we overseas bunnin' Watermelon Kush, uh
That's my nigga but we ain't got the same neck (nah)
I'm smokin' Glue, Trappy smokin' Star Dog and Trainwreck
It's Nines
The other day this lil' nigga tellin' me 'bout he landed some Gelonade
I was like, "Lil' nigga, I don't give a f*ck"
You be shippin' packs, my packs come on a ship
If I passed you this spliff right now
You'd f*ckin' feel like you're sittin' on a cloud
And I still keep rollin' like a tumbleweed (tumbleweed)
Feel me? Uh
I used to get my Dutch off a Spangy
I smoke a spliff but I'on really f*ck with the Tangie
My niggas growin' Cookies and Jaffa Cakes in Brum
Got so much flavors, I had to make a song (make a song)
Fam, these youtes ain't got a clue
Tellin' me it's Diesel and it's Super Orange Glue
I'm high off of Gushers but I still move like a ninja (still quick)
I don't want no cushion 'less it's Billy Kimber (I'm faded)
Plus, I'm workin' on my own strain (yeah)
It's in the early process, it ain't got no name (comin' real soon)
Feelin' like I'm 'bout to levitate (yeah, yeah)
Cah me and Too Bad smokin' Wedding Cake
If you taste the forbidden fruit, you might frass
Every spliff in my ashtray's white ash
I'm smoking Smarties with my favorite bitch
And even though ammi's dying out, it made me rich
It's Nines
"Gave the Snow Leopard
One draw on my ting and he's out cold, bruv
I even drawed his bredrin and now he's out cold, bruv
This shit's too dank, I swear down"
Writer: Courtney Freckleton, Giorgia Mullard, Henrique Carvalhal, Nana Agyemang
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Sentric Music
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Sentric Music