Reefer Party Lyrics - Chevy Woods

Thousand pounds of weed 

Ridin' in my car so fast I won't turn down the speed 

Them hoes dont use they feet no more, they break down to their knees 

And suck me like a king 

Rosé in my champagne glass and diamonds in my ring 

Uh, roll some, thats your bitch on my dick 

I might let her hold something 

You niggas smoking sevens I'mma need a whole onion, whole youngin, oh 

Same ones that hate, same ones that tag along 

No Blackberry, too many lame niggas call my phone 

Call me world wide Wiz cause I'm never home 

Ever leave me round your bitch I'mma get her stoned 

And you know that I rock camos and brought fros back 

And go download some of my old track 

And go play somewhere there's hoes at 

Fucking high, and you down there where them lows at 

Gettin tired of hearing my flow jacked 

Go head hand me a joint, you can't roll that 

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I got a whole lot of OGs, and 

I'm rolling up for anyone in here that knows me 

Everybody smoking, yea it's a party, oh, its a party 

Everybody smoking papers, nobody smoking blunts 

Bitches rolling weed and my niggas fucked up 

Yea it's a party, oh, it's a party 

Quarter pound of that sour, thats four days on tour 

Sleeping on how we smoke, see all these pillows on this floor 

Every state we score, fill those papers they be raw 

Look like a piece of chalk in my hand 

But I ain't writing on the chalkboard 

And I heard its a party, its a party its a party but I'm cool 

Them niggas smoking garbage, I'm no fool 

We give 5 j's out half zips? Nigga thats really smoking 

Ain't enough weed up in that swisha to get you high, you joking 

Niggas claim that they be high, they be hella low 

When they gang up in the building you gon' smell that sour smoke 

I could get that shit from my backyard, go pick it out myself 

Yellow light let me slow it down, niggas need some help 

28 ain't enough you need more 

All this weed over here, thats 1 weed jar 

When them planes get the flying, niggas wanna part 

Smoking crash with the plane, Amelia Earhart 

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I got a whole lot of OGs, and 

I'm rolling up for anyone in here that knows me 

Everybody smoking, yea it's a party, oh, its a party 

Everybody smoking papers, nobody smoking blunts 

Bitches rolling weed and my niggas fucked up 

Yea it's a party, oh, it's a party 

What I smoke in one day, these niggas dont smoke in one week 

Riding round and its just me, Pepsi can, playing that Bun B 

Gotta smoke that dope on the run with me, comfortably, I'm smoking weed 

Doing speeds, who with me, probably a chick from TMZ 

I make her roll like two or three, let her smoke and feel the breeze 

Ya'll chip in on a half a zip, counting grams, saving weed 

Average shit, it was us just smoking out in NY 

Swear to GOD we let ten fly, thats ten planes with ten guys 

Nine smoke, meaning someone left without his mind pot 

Planes Continental, flights nonstop 

You get some zips, well get some P's 

Smoke your spliffs around your bitch, tell me how does she breath 

Perfect planes, we call them G6′s 

And its just me chilling, me and three bitches 

Rolling up its cool, come take this bong rip 

Pack this bold straight dope, make your lungs rip 

I got a whole lot of OGs, and 

I'm rolling up for anyone in here that knows me 

Everybody smoking, yea it's a party, oh, its a party 

Everybody smoking papers, nobody smoking blunts 

Bitches rolling weed and my niggas fucked up 

Yea it's a party, oh, it's a party