Lemon Kush lyrics - Curren$y

Weed my shorty roll em while I'm still

Yea jets

Fool

And Don Cannon run your nigga right back

Bitches just fell thru with the loud pack

No cigars in my session, my crew don't allow that

Yea

Wake up in the morning wash my face and then I brush my teeth

Ain't gotta roll no weed, my shorty roll em while I'm still asleep

I'm caught up in that thang, mary jane got a hold of me

Environmentalist I'd handcuff myself to a purple tree

Snooty Trudy lyin' to me sayin' she ain't heard of me

Groupie who you foolin' you know you be youtube searchin' me

I'm startin' to believe these freaks is passin by us purposely

Hoping that we offer em sofa seats and we pour em drinks

Is you trippin' ain't no nigga sippin' nowhere close to me

Keep it pimpin' Jets up over bitches, how its suppose to be

Fire red five's with the ice sole, cold feet

Shout out to Bangladesh what it do we tryin' cop a beat

You know where we at if you need um

Somewhere in the scraper with the beats up

Something pretty with me rollin' weed up

She dog you cause you treat her like you need her

Make sure you see my shoes I kick my feet up

I made it cause I always stay g'd up

If I said it then you know you could believe me bruh

We keep it way to smokey in here to see us

Bitches flirtin' sex appeal cause we got that corvette appeal

Did it independent for the record, fuck a record deal

Did it for my niggas on the sets still at it

I asked um what's good in the hood and they sayin' shit happen

Wild niggas still clappin', cheese eatahs still rattin'

I seen it all before like a rerun of family matters

I'm laughin' at my partner, lost 5000 in that madden

My younger homie beat him, he 13 yrs old stackin'

I'm watchin' action jackson in the palace smokin' cabbage

Just relaxin' mixin' hashes till I feel like I know magic

I'm travelin' and seein' the mad jets, cashin' the mint checks

We got now you got next, and I know you mad stressed

How I made it through the stress: stamina, long wind

You think you fuckin' with the Jets, come on man

Better clean your lenses, fool you lookin' at the wrong man

Strong scented weed, old cars new bitches in the seats

Yea

Jets, fool