Maui-D - Pita Chips & Pretzels

Betcha never heard a muthafucka like me
Maui-D, burnin all the loud tree
Catch a vibe when he rip the ukelele
Gotta fly, when I'm whippin' high in the Mercedes
Always gotta joint, like-a Jedi gotta light
Savor my green shit, love to ignite
Hop in my space ship, love to take flight
Big waves, big clouds baby wanna ride
Told her she can fly
Let her hit the J, said she feelin' alright
Ain't got time, no I can't spend the night
Office in the back, she on top riding pipe
Her man don't know, shit I feel like Dwight

I don't like to flex like that
RAW paper I love to pack
Fruity Loops up on my Mac
Fat ass know I got to smack
Only green I don't smoke crack
High as fuck, I need a snack
Pita chips and pretzels
Pita chips and pretzels, yeah

Love OJ with my kush
Feel like Moses, burnin' bush
Kick you in the face this a lesson in karate
Weed so loud, one hit feel like like Rocky
Not cocky, but you can't stop me
Got the wax on, Maui-D Miyagi
(Ooh)
I like to smoke 3 g's, and go n' play some hockey
Put up 3 the p's, post game gettin sloppy
Autograph a titty, number one Ricky Bobby
Keep on tryin, but you can not photocopy
Man, one of a kind
I guess a little cocky, do it for the name on the front
Not the back of your jersey, Thor's hammer worthy
Stay on the move man Loki couldn't swerve me

I don't like to flex like that
RAW paper I love to pack
Fruity Loops up on my Mac
Fat ass know I got to smack
Only green, I don't smoke crack
High as fuck, I need a snack
Pita chips and pretzels
Pita chips and pretzels, yeah

I love OJ, with my kush
Feel like Moses, burnin' bush
Chick-fila, Gatorade
Chips ahoy, man fuck la Croix
I wan ginger ale, maybe Taco Bell
Wahoos for the whole crew
Qúdoba, me gusta tú
Five guys really got the fries, five stars for the Cajun spice
God damn, I love food
Imma pothead high, in a stoner mood
Tombstone pepperoni, I'm a eat that too
I was the the stu, and there ain't no food
Engineer like yo, "did you write verse 2?"
Said yes I did, I was hungry as shit

I don't like to flex like that
RAW paper I love to pack
Fruity Loops up on my Mac
Fat ass know I got to smack
Only green, I don't smoke crack
High as fuck, I need a snack
Pita chips and pretzels
Pita chips and pretzels, yeah

Written by:
Donny Nordstrom

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