Irie Lyrics - T-y

I wake up and roll some dank up with my niggas 

I got on the phone and caught up with some bitches 

I got dressed, I mixed the Tisa with Versace 

I smoked a joint and took a BR, now I'm irie 

I'm irie, I'm irie, I'm irie 

I'm irie, yeah, I'm irie 

I'm irie 

When I'm in Brooklyn I send runners to bodegas 

Don't bring no dutchie back homie, I prefer papers, I prefer papers 

And I got love for the Nets but it's still Lakers 

I turn my music up, fuck my neighbors 

I hit JFK, I'm going back to Cali 

I got some OG Kush from San Fernando Valley 

My nigga Beezy on the way from 'County 

We keep supporting, damn it, we from grass valley 

I got a bad bitch riding shotgun with the shotgun 

Pocket full of money and some condoms 

I'mma drop your bitch back off when I'm done 

Hope you make your bitch get in the shower 

That's your bitch, she my bitch, too 

She let the homie in, too 

Niggas be cuffin' while their bitches be fuckin' 

My nigga, that ain't nothing new 

I'm the nigga that your bitch come to 

When she wanna cheat on you 

I hella be tripping, too, but I got my bitches in you 

I wake up and roll some dank up with my niggas 

I got on the phone and caught up with some bitches 

I got dressed, I mixed the Tisa with Versace 

I smoked a joint and took a BR, now I'm irie 

I'm irie, I'm irie, I'm irie 

I'm irie, yeah, I'm irie 

I'm irie 

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It's Taylor Gang, I get so high that it's irrational 

When I pull up in first class, it's international 

I know some ratchet bitches and they rep the North side 

We ain't smoking on that pack unless it's certified 

Glowing by the zone, nigga, worth the grown 

Smoking on that strong, give me dome while I'm on the phone 

Take you to my home where we zip it up and pack it 

Roll them joints up big as fuck, they tell me smell my ' 

This young boy gonna live it up 

Pass the loud, you'd think that I smoke flavors 

No bitches in the hood that don't smoke papers 

Ain't tryina heard 'bout what you mean because I got it 

It's on the plane cause I can't leave a trip without it 

Claim you smoke more weed than me, I really doubt it 

If she wake up and roll a joint that mean she 'bout it 

And rest in peace, go to my nigga right 

Now we call it KK and we smoke it all day 

Straight to the face, fuck what the police say 

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I wake up and roll some dank up with my niggas 

I got on the phone and caught up with some bitches 

I got dressed, I mixed the Tisa with Versace 

I smoked a joint and took a BR, now I'm irie 

I'm irie, I'm irie, I'm irie 

I'm irie, yeah, I'm irie 

I'm irie