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Infinte Blunts (feat. Lil Opana) [Greened Out Remix] Video (MV)






Skitz - Infinte Blunts (feat. Lil Opana) [Greened Out Remix] Lyrics
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($KITZ) (Yüng Ghost)
Slowly creeping in the Mazda with Opana & Lil' Wes this ain't no West $ide story this is just a West $ide horror shorty from the West
(Just bought some dope just bought some) Just bought some dope and I think it was laced In the f*ckin' Mazda riding shotgun and we blazed
Now we blazin' up this bitch a hundred f*ckin' degrees
Pop a bout 10' Roxy's now I slowly start to seize
In my cup I got lime in my lap there's a nine
Lil' Opana my motherf*ckin' partner in crime
And we so f*ckin' high so high like Mac Miller in 2009
Good try hoe
Yes I'm the one to be depressed but don't just wait on my chest
There's nothing you could ever bench press I am
Putting these toxins in my chest like I'm the next
Come for the real best but the devil's advocates
Holiness wrap my chest takin' all these drugs
So we feel like we have vision no way
Bitch I rap these beats like we got all day
F*ck the fame y'all bitches pick a lane
Recently I've been thinkin' bout me goin' insane
Some of y'all would say y'all gonna send me to a line of cocaine
That's a girl shows up on the lane then I lay away
Champagne never got that purple stain in my blood strain
Holy shit
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($KITZ) (Yüng Ghost)
Slowly creeping in the Mazda with Opana & Lil' Wes this ain't no West $ide story this is just a West $ide horror shorty from the West
(Just bought some dope just bought some) Just bought some dope and I think it was laced In the f*ckin' Mazda riding shotgun and we blazed
Now we blazin' up this bitch a hundred f*ckin' degrees
Pop a bout 10' Roxy's now I slowly start to seize
In my cup I got lime in my lap there's a nine
Lil' Opana my motherf*ckin' partner in crime
And we so f*ckin' high so high like Mac Miller in 2009
Good try hoe
Yes I'm the one to be depressed but don't just wait on my chest
There's nothing you could ever bench press I am
Putting these toxins in my chest like I'm the next
Come for the real best but the devil's advocates
Holiness wrap my chest takin' all these drugs
So we feel like we have vision no way
Bitch I rap these beats like we got all day
F*ck the fame y'all bitches pick a lane
Recently I've been thinkin' bout me goin' insane
Some of y'all would say y'all gonna send me to a line of cocaine
That's a girl shows up on the lane then I lay away
Champagne never got that purple stain in my blood strain
Holy shit
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Writer: Kaden Paul, Adam Clyde
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