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lirik lagu kritikl - i smoke weed? yeah

(intro: kendrick lamar)
(roy)
i, i never really, i smoked weed a few times, but i never really got the high that everybody always talked about
i always thought something was wrong with me, you know what i mean?
like, i’m tripping like “f~ck, why am i not high”? you know what i mean?
my mind like that, i don’t know
i asked motherf~ckers do it stimulate their minds as much, you know what i mean?
did y’all talk about it, or am i tripping?
and it just never did, so i just never had the thrill to do it
i mean, teaches on though

(chorus)
ayy, back when i was young, i used to smoke that weed
ayy, back when i was young, i used to smoke that weed
look, back when i was young, i usеd to smoke that weed
this is my story on how i used to smoke that weed
ayy, back whеn i was young, i used to smoke that weed
ayy, back when i was young, i used to smoke that weed (back when i was, back when i was—)
look, back when i was young, i used to smoke that weed (grrt, grrah, grrah, grrah)
this is my story on how i used to smoke that weed (back when—, back when i was young)

(verse #1)
look, back when i was young, i used to sell some weed
my momma always told me that that sh~t wasn’t right
i knew i had to make a fight, so i had to make a fight with my mom
but i didn’t put no motherf~ckin’ hands on her
i told her simply “why can’t i sell this weed”? “i told you that i had a motherf~ckin’ addiction”
she said, “i don’t really care, you better get off the streets, you ain’t raised to be doing that type of sh~t”
i told my momma that i said i was gonna get out the streets
i told my momma i’m gonna gonna make it home every night
i told my momma i’m gonna go up in the rapper game
and as i made it, i would giver her a f~ckin’ chain
i already bought her a house and a mansion in the motherf~ckin’ new land where she in
thought i told you guys i ain’t really playin’
thought i told you guys i’m finna’ get to spray in’
now, when i’m in the clubby, all the b~tches on my d~cky
and they wanna give me toppy, sloppy, kn~bby, heady, toppy
every single time i’m in the club, ayy
these b~tches on my d~ck, now they want a hug
(skit #1: kritikl & a weed dealer)
yo dude, yo dude, come here, man
ayy, was good, man? what you want?
i really need this—, i really need this weed man, i need to get my family out, i need to make some money
already doin’ it from rapping, but i need some extra bread
alright bet, what you want? i got a pound of weed
alright bet, let me take that sh~t
alright bet that sh~t, that’ll be twenty~five dollars
twenty~five dollars? i don’t even got enough for that, i need more!

(verse #2)
ayy, b~tch, where is you from? i need this weed
hey, b~tch, where are you from? you is not my seed
hey, b~tch, where is you from? better get off my side
hey, b~tch, where is you from? better not try to hide
look
aye, b~tch, where are you from? i need you to get off my motherf~ckin’ d~ck
why you dissing on my deads, and you dissing on my mans
and you dissing on my family members in your f~ckin’ song?
well now, you got me motherf~ckin’ tight, b~tch
i told you first that i’m gonna make it out my strip
you ain’t never makin’ it out your strip, you know why? cause you don’t ever get no money on your f~ckin’ side
i told y’all n~~~~s that the country was freakin’ rich
and i told y’all n~~~~s that the county was f~ckin’ poor
i told y’all that cory hutchinson ain’t finna get no game, cause he ain’t f~ckin’ rich no more
wait, he never been rich, what am i talkin’ about?
i thought cory was always tryna’ run his mouth
but he ain’t never run his mouth as long as i’m around
he don’t never run his mouth as long as the gang is around
i heard money mayy wanna get up on his ass
we finna’ get up on his ass, and he was doin’ talking
i heard that he wasn’t really doin’ sh~t like i was, i’m really up on the top, and he sittin’ on the bottom
always dissing on the strip, now i’m finna’ go to grick, suckin’ on this d~ck
why you tryna’ diss? you is not no woman, you is not no stripper, why you suckin’ on this d~ck?
only give me some women so i can get them to do that sh~t
you ain’t really good at that sh~t, the only way you dissin’ is to make some money, get some clout from your viewers
you always wanna do this sh~t, you never ever newer, b~tch
(skit #2: kritikl & a weed dealer)
like, n~gga can you get some money bro? i can’t offer you more
bruh, what? man, i need this, man
i need to get my family out somehow
no bruh, no bruh, get some more bread, and come back when you got more
man, fine man, f~ck you then
man, stupid ahh b~tch
bro, like, what the h~ll?

(verse #3)
i’m a country boy, but i’m always doin’ trap sh~t
when i was on the block, i used to trap sh~t
i used to sell some weed, now i won’t get it
cause this stupid b~tch won’t even sell it to me
you know i got money, they know i got some bread
i can afford the weed, why won’t they gimme the sh~t?
they claim i don’t have enough to get the f~ckin’ weed
i gotta get my mother fam—, look
i gotta get my motherf~ckin’ family out this sh~t
they always struggling, now i gotta—, mm
they always—, mm
look, they always struggling, i gotta get ‘em out

(outro)
chase him down for the motherf~ckin’ drugs
i am not leavin’ till i get my motherf~ckin’ drugs
ayy, chase him down for his motherf~ckin’ drugs
hey, i am not leavin’ till i get my f~ckin’ drugs!

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