Kk Lyrics - Juicy J

Is this the top? 

I got my own weed, sucker, so I ain't gotta hit yours 

I'm talking straight indo 

Cali weed blowing like a Rastaman 

Kush seed straight from Afghanistan 

Shooting up the club like an AK, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow 

Smoke a pier strong every day, I'm 

Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK 

Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK 

Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK 

Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK 

I need it all the time, don't know what else to say 

It's always on my mind, that's why every day 

I'm blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK 

Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK 

Put it in a joint, not a blunt 

Don't disrespect mine, player 

This not the two, this the one 

Don't even need a scale 

Back in high school I used to be the weedman 

Quarter ounces, half ounces, what you need, man 

Eleventh grade, made my way up to a P, man 

And sent it back if I ever seen a seed, man 

And you don't even gotta ask 

You know it by the smell 

I treat every day like it's a payday 

Top down, counting up the cake and 

I got KK in my pipe, pockets fat like Kelly Price 

If you wanna take a hit you can't be afraid of heights 

You gon' need some new lungs, rolling up a blunter for 'em 

While I'm smoking out the bong getting sucked like a thumb 

Boy I'm in a daze, tangerine haze 

I smoke so much KK they should've called it Juicy J 

Bomb banging lemonade, weed get the lemon taste 

Never hit the bong, let me demonstrate 

Go and roll it, chief and choking, marijuana, reefer smoking 

Trap the semi sum under Reggie, foot up in his colon 

Call the doctor, call the clinic, bullshit we staying with 

Your life ain't worth a motherfucking quota, what you paying with? 

Khalifa kush a hundred pounds, that's a half a mil 

Memphis streets so eat this like a baby, like Enfamil 

Lungs full of KK, have your mind on a runway 

Blow my high, motherfucker, I'm a shoot up like an AK 

My white house higher than Willie Nelson, on dabs the wax is melting 

These clouds are smoking, help me, I'm flying like Elroy Jetson 

I might bring a dispensary down in Tennessee 

Has that grandaddy, but he ain't no kin to me 

(I'm staying with the greens light color) 

Blowing Khalifa kush 

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