《Kush Jar (Bonus Track)》是Fashawn演唱的歌曲，所屬專輯Champagne & Styrofoam Cups。
基本介紹
- 歌曲：
- 語言：英語
- 發行日期：2012-11-20
- 歌手：Fashawn
- 所屬專輯：Champagne & Styrofoam Cups
Fashawn and Kush Jar
Friends saying I need a lay up of the liquor
And this champagne, I know it's no good for my liver
Probably go to King of Diamonds and throw it all on a stripper
It's mister, roll it, light it, pass it on, this is paper, not a swisher
Smoking something potent, smell the aroma when I enter
This shit will probably put you in a coma for a winter
Real nigga, this isn't no persona we invented
No different, rather in Arizona or in Venice
California, been to corners, I roll up and I pivot
With a stop, bogus not, hold you through my denim
Big dreaming with 16 O's on my mission
Hugging the lane like a Range Rover, I'm addicted
To the game just as much as the fortune, I want the fame
From the womb to my tomb, from the cradle to the grave
I'll always be a G, like a gram on the scale
What's a brick if you ain't got no clientele, motherfucker?
Champagne in my veins
Chronic in my system
Fucking with the game, you should probably pay admission
Trying to see a hundred million dollars, so I'm pitching
Looking for me, I be on a mission, my nigga
Put the work on a scale, stuff the kush in a jar
Got no clientele, you ain't hustling hard
Put the work on a scale, stuff the kush in a jar
Got no clientele, you ain't hustling hard
Dirty texts to my phone, 5: 30 in my zone
I'm on my way to Fresno, 550 on my Glock
Got a bitch on, hell, I just took two pills
And I'm tired, it's getting hard to grip this real
I'm just wavy like the ocean and I'm smoking with squares
Pretty bitches blow me kisses but I don't really care
I just talk cash, money, yeah me and Fashawn in the fast lane, yeah
I'm about paper bag money, it's that dirty bad water, big house on the beach
I like first class seats and snake skin on the seats
I'm 100 pack flipper, raw paper, no squishes
And my goons out to hit you, let the power ball kiss you
OJ kush, cookie and that KK
I flip big weight and bet 100 on gang death
I take 100 run through it the same day
My OJ let me 'cause they made it the same way
Champagne in my veins
Chronic in my system
Fucking with the game, you should probably pay admission
Trying to see a hundred million dollars, so I'm pitching
Looking for me, I be on a mission, my nigga
Put the work on a scale, stuff the kush in a jar
Got no clientele, you ain't hustling hard
Put the work on a scale, stuff the kush in a jar
Got no clientele, you ain't hustling hard
Boy
