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Derek Douglas Nielson
Derek Douglas Nielson
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Dustin Miller
Dustin Miller
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Crystal Beatz
Crystal Beatz
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JEFFERY DALTYN EMRICH
JEFFERY DALTYN EMRICH
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Lyrics

P T Bizzle Ay yo yo Stoner Jordan here Come and Kick It With A Cracker Big blunts And badass bitches Ayo girl you got to have my digits Southwest whiteboy dropping slappers P T Bizzle Come Kick It With A Cracker Big bags of bud on deck Only smoke gas Check my flex True Fortune Southwest whiteboy dropping slappers Well P T Bizzle Come Kick It With A Cracker If a hoe tripping Get the fuck out my vision Cause I ain't trying to listen I got my own mission I got things I got to do Instead of listening to you bitching Blow gas, no stress, no bunk shit Always getting faded When I'm up in the function Came a long way Got no time for the dumb shit Ain't about the money Then we ain't gonna run it Throw your P's up Throw your T's up PTB TFE just peep the sneakers A stoner Geed up From the seed up I stay on grass like a pair of Adidas I'm higher than a fucking air balloon At the fair eating shrooms feeling incredible Life a trip when the stars align Hot damn it's a good time to be alive Kick It With A Cracker Big blunts And badass bitches Ayo girl you got to have my digits Southwest whiteboy dropping slappers P T Bizzle Come Kick It With A Cracker Big bags of bud on deck Only smoke gas Check my flex True Fortune Southwest whiteboy dropping slappers Well P T Bizzle Come Kick It With A Cracker Ayo Dickies, tattoos, PTB tagged on my hat The Kottonmouth Kings Pound of weed in my backpack I told him Kick It With A Cracker I don't care about these rappers What type of music you be bumping Loc? Weed smoking slappers Like what? Dr. Dre, Too Short I'm a Rams Fan Oh yeah? I'm a Suns fan I'm a dodgers fan LA to the bone P T Bizzle chronic blowing like a whistle Ya we keep it so official D dash phone home Red Hot Chili Peppers, Black Flag Sublime and no doubt I'm uh holler it out Metallica, who want to battle ya Uh when I step on the mic I'm going to swag it out Well I told everybody I'm the D L O C I'm an OG rock star Strait from OC K M K, for L I F E Big blunts And badass bitches Ayo girl you got to have my digits Southwest whiteboy dropping slappers P T Bizzle Come Kick It With A Cracker Big bags of bud on deck Only smoke gas Check my flex True Fortune Southwest whiteboy dropping slappers Well P T Bizzle Come Kick It With A Cracker Patty Cake Patty Cake Roll me up a fatty J I don't give a fuck If it's Tuesday or Saturday I'm out of it and on my way to outer space AC chillin like a flower vase Four twenty all day Air Gordon Bombay Whip a bobsled Dropping lava rocks like Pompeii Hot coco on tap In my sleigh Chocolate chip cookie dipper Snowflakes to the face Boy I'm so icy Just like a slushie You can find me where the blunts be Pass me the Dutchie Let's get the munchies I keep that green on me Like the country I remember back in prison Being sad everyday But you always had my back Mary Jane You my ride or die Like it's Bonnie and Stoner You my addiction I don't want to be sober Big blunts And badass bitches Ayo girl you got to have my digits Southwest whiteboy dropping slappers P T Bizzle Come Kick It With A Cracker Big bags of bud on deck Only smoke gas Check my flex True Fortune Southwest whiteboy dropping slappers Well P T Bizzle Come Kick It With A Cracker
Writer(s): Derek Nielson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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