🎵 Lemon Kush // by Curren$y

13 ContributorsLemon Kush Lyrics Weed my shorty roll em while I'm still... Yea jets Fool And Don Cannon run your nigga right back Bitches just fell thru with the loud pack No cigars in my session, my crew don't allow that Yea Wake up in the morning wash my face and then I brush my teeth Ain't gotta roll no weed, my shorty roll em while I'm still asleep I'm caught up in that thang, mary jane got a hold of me Environmentalist I'd handcuff myself to a purple tree Snooty Trudy lyin' to me sayin' she ain't heard of me Groupie who you foolin' you know you be youtube searchin' me I'm startin' to believe these freaks is passin by us purposely Hoping that we offer em sofa seats and we pour em drinks Is you trippin' ain't no nigga sippin' nowhere close to me Keep it pimpin' Jets up over bitches, how its suppose to be Fire red five's with the ice sole, cold feet Shout out to Bangladesh what it do we tryin' cop a beat You know where we at if you need um Somewhere in the scraper with the beats up Something pretty with me rollin' weed up She dog you cause you treat her like you need her Make sure you see my shoes I kick my feet up I made it cause I always stay g'd up If I said it then you know you could believe me bruh We keep it way to smokey in here to see us Bitches flirtin' sex appeal cause we got that corvette appeal Did it independent for the record, fuck a record deal Did it for my niggas on the sets still at it I asked um what's good in the hood and they sayin' shit happen Wild niggas still clappin', cheese eatahs still rattin' I seen it all before like a rerun of family matters I'm laughin' at my partner, lost 5000 in that madden My younger homie beat him, he 13 yrs old stackin' I'm watchin' action jackson in the palace smokin' cabbage Just relaxin' mixin' hashes till I feel like I know magic I'm travelin' and seein' the mad jets, cashin' the mint checks We got now you got next, and I know you mad stressed How I made it through the stress: stamina, long wind You think you fuckin' with the Jets, come on man Better clean your lenses, fool you lookin' at the wrong man Strong scented weed, old cars new bitches in the seats Yea Jets, fool