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2hi - Doja lyrics

Artist: 2hi

album: White Lighter Bad Luck


Use to pop beans and hit the scene, I got my Folgers.
Now I wake and bake, it's safe to say I'm just a stoner.
Hop inside that cat, and then I'm sparking up my Doja.
I just threw some money at a show, get a close up
Use to pop beans and hit the scene, I got my Folgers.
Now I wake and bake, safe to say I'm just a stoner.
Hop inside that cat, and then I'm sparking up my Doja.
I just threw some money at a show
I don't think it's hot enough, please turn me up.
I put that stove on high, let's burn it up.
You see we all outside, I'm rolling Runts.
Ok Enjoy your high, we more than stuck.
Solid break through, my imagination just like magic how I break rules.
Pure talent, no fancy shit lil bitch I just make do.
And that be my lifestyle I wanted since like middle school.
Climbing to the top, I know you feel it too.
Rude awakening, you see my dudes breaking in.
It's like the roof was caving in, you know we shut it down.
Nigga If we weighing in,
You know I'm more amazing than the comp and opposition.
Bitch you know it's my round.
I was in like 50 states at the same time,
That was just a grey time I was on the grey line.
Now I'm face to face with the money, it's about time.
Out here tryna get mine, had to flip the same dime.
Bitch you know it's "In god we trust" for these bucks, now I'm robust.
Ain't no rust, diamond cuts when we roll up.
Pouring up, grab the Dutch ima get it stuffed.
They guy above get this love aint no damn luck.
Use to pop beans and hit the scene, I got my Folgers.
Now I wake and bake, it's safe to say I'm just a stoner.
Hop inside that cat, and then I'm sparking up my Doja.
I just threw some money at a show, get a close up
Use to pop beans and hit the scene, I got my Folgers.
Now I wake and bake, safe to say I'm just a stoner.
Hop inside that cat, and then I'm sparking up my Doja.
I just threw some money at a show
I don't think it's hot enough
I don't think it's hot enough
I don't think it's hot enough
I don't think it's hot enough
Vamping all night, I rolled up too much garlic.
Kicked out my apartments, ima big dog with a small pit.
Bitch when that alarm hit, I gotta make deposits.
Bout to burn this shit down, pour gas all on the carpet.
Rather keep my foes a lil bit close, I keep that wide eye.
Hang with all my bros, they want that smoke, we wearing tye-dye.
Forty on my hip, but ima hippie with that Bonsai.
Smoking on that ZaZa it brought me back to LaLa.
She put me in a trance, bitch just do yo dance.
She see all this money, yeah yeah she know the plan.
That was just a grand, but it made her handstand.
Broke a rubber band, ima pass her to a friend.
Use to pop beans and hit the scene, I got my Folgers.
Now I wake and bake, it's safe to say I'm just a stoner.
Hop inside that cat, and then I'm sparking up my Doja.
I just threw some money at a show, get a close up
Use to pop beans and hit the scene, I got my Folgers.
Now I wake and bake, safe to say I'm just a stoner.
Hop inside that cat, and then I'm sparking up my Doja.
I just threw some money at a show

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