Who's Got The W**d-The Glove

歌手 : The Glove

专辑 : Superhero Brother

语种 : 英语

时长 : 05:45

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TXT Who's Got The W**d-The Glove 文本歌词

Who's Got The W**d - The Glove

Written by：Garrett Dutton/Tre Hardson/Peter Simmons

Who's got the w**d I got the w**d

I got the w**d

My momma always used to say

Hey G baby don't smoke the reefer

It will make you lazy

I really should have listened 'cause

She might have saved me

But I was too young and I was too too crazy

But I got so much love for my mother

But still I praise the J then

I pass it to a brother

'Cause a friend for me is a friend indeed

And I got plenty of friends

That smoked a lotta w**d

No seeds I roll the herb in

A cone like a tornado

Pass around a circle real fast like a hot potato

And then I feel my fingers

Grip don't to slip

The joint is now a roach 'cause

I just had a huge hit

Of the carba vapors vapors vapors

Vapors vapors vapors

Vapors vapors vapors and I'm singing

Who's got the w**d I got the w**d

I got the w**d

Hit that far crew see yeah

You know they smoke a lot

Sip Henny dipping with skinnies

I know they poke a lot

I know they got popped in Japan

By some robocops

And lip looks like some hobo but

His flows is tight like flo jo

I know he smoke that hydroponic

Chronic on the low go

And skimpy claimin' sober but

I know he wanna go go them

Graduated from being fair to being wasted

Tastin' life that you never tasted

Where's the big party just

A little bit more than average

Caps stems lettuce and cabbage

I know they got the papers so that

We can cast the vapors

Freestyle awake the neighbors

I know he won't forsake us

Pick up some dirt put 'em work like undertakers

If they don't then just break 'em

Off they gotta bake

Ain't too humble for the pot

I know he's accustomed to the cake

Lets listen to some breaks pack

The crumbs and the shake

Who's got the w**d I got the w**d

I got a grip of crip I keep it next to my hip

I'm going to the airport I'm going on a trip

I hope I don't get slipped by the feds

'Cause I got this ounce of buddah right down my leg

Yo it's not cool it's stinking up the whole damn row

The stewardess is lookin' at me and

I think that she knows

I try spraying my body down with all this cologne

But the stench is creeping into the front row

It's just the homegrown from the backyard

Keep it in my pocket if I go to the bar

So if you wanna hit just buy me a drink

And don't worry I got more of that funky green shh

And I'm singing

Who's got the w**d I got the w**d

And I'm singing

Who's got the w**d I got the w**d