Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep
Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,
Crucifix pieces, necklace with jesus
So my next joint don't got to be so rough
Relax my mind smoking a joint
Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed
After school im so streesed out so i think to myself this calls for a joint
Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point
I pop one, you pop one
Hit the joint and pass it son
So you can keep that joint i don't fuck around with papers
Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve
Straight g thing, double m g thing
My joint is ticking, my eyes sinking
I step up in the spot, they get to working hard
I need the spark, spark the joint filled with tree bark
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