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Lyrics for Wrap Sumden by Nelly:
| | | Artist: | Nelly |
| | Album: | Country Grammar | | Track: | Wrap Sumden | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 99 | | | | Lyrics: | Chorus] x2
Hey this is no lie
Me and my niggas gettin high
Yo if you look up in
the sky
You might see us floating by
You see Biggie be like what's beef?
Me I'm like what's weed?
Weed is actually a medicine for me, you know.
Every 4
hours like a prescription I smoke.
And I'm thanking my refer chief for making me choke.
I'm like one of those half-baked thugs, I'm in love.
Then after that roll cool "J's" I
mean bud.
Cause I still piss stems and still shit seeds,
I spit residue smoke on my
way to buy weed.
Wrap Sumden, always I smoke more then Cheech and Chong.
My best
friends a bong and my homies a smokaholic.
I know one day, I'm gone stop,
but that'll
be the day when my seeds don't pop.
You see weed helps me get my thoughts together quick.
But on the other hand, as soon as I'm sober I forget.
Shit, I'm still stuck at point
"A" ya dig,
and my momma think that I should quit.
Chorus 2X
Ya
I get high.
You might see me stroll by
in the Bob Marley tie die with the red eye.
I'm sick now.
I think I'm catching glaucoma.
See me on the corner, looking for
weed donars.
You know how we do it kid. We get that good herb and swerve.
Till the gas run out, the way we smokes absurd.
That's my word, Wrap Sumden (Wrap
Sumden),
make a nigga clap somthing, get all mad and slap somthing.
Yo grab
the towels cover the smoke alarms and doors.
See I somke alone, I need grass like lawn
mowers.
Say dutch time, roll up it's clutch time,
and I burn mine, don't you ever ever
touch mine.
Fire it up dog, but watch out for 5-0.
Eyes blowed fuck plenty
henny and hydro.
Fuck a bitch and some clothes, I gotta get rich
gold platinum and do
some shows and get blowed.
Chorus 2X
All I know, is money making hoes
and smoking endo.
If I wasn't high I'd probably know a little more,
but since I don't
some might consider me slow.
Don't worry though.
I keep the pants sag. Bubble
eye hands rag.
Eyes glassed smoking fill from the hash.
Choking after that but don't
the blunt pass.
"What we doin' today" Same shit we did last week.
Wake up in
the morning and yawn and roll up.
Bag up and make some runs and roll up.
5-0 behind me
my niggas so hold up.
Ok made a left so continue to roll up.
Don't get me wrong
police, yo I stop for them,
but when they leave guaranteed I'll be smoking again.
Catch my second wind and start in on my next bag.
The type of nigga smoke on the way to his
rehab.
Chorus 2X
Fade
Chorus
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