Chilled Coughphee Lyrics - Pilot Talk - Curren$y

I'm puffin, I never get enough in 

I never cooked coke up on the stove top but I'm stuffing 

These nuts up in the guts of a slut no doubt 

But its trapped inside a rubber should I flush that ho out 

To use again, well it depends, do I have another one 

I cuss for fun, too cool to have to bust a gun 

I don't have to duck and run, I could fuck a bum up quick 

But thats some tenth grade shit 

And its all about chilling, smiling, laughing 

So you know I'm willing, hollering and I'm grabbing 

At a freak before I leave, best believe I'm weeded 

You rollin' that billy jean, bitch beat it 

And you see that we the niggas who smoke the most 

People propose a toast, from coast to coast 

But it don't really matter who's the highest 

If it ain't dope, there's no hope they ain't gone buy it 

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Quarter tank of gas in my 71 double S 

Quarter bag, mostly shake, but this will have to do I guess 

GPS loaded with the coordinates 

Of this bitch crib to receive love and nourishment 

In the form of joints rolled, drinks poured 

Her in nothin' but a robe, playing her role 

I saw "The Mack" when I was only 11 years old 

And I swore, to never be a simp for a ho 

Approached the closed door, it cracked open before my eyes 

Shorty wit a doobie of her own, I am not surprised 

Cuz I don't kick it on the low, wit no bitch that don't get high 

Wrap me a to-go plate and ask if I want her to drive 

Cuz I got far too much on my mind 

Industrial size gears, I'm caught in the grind 

At yo grandma house 

Plastic cover the couch 

Before I sit down 

She pressuring me for smelling like a pound 

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