Money242 - Foreign Strain

Smoking on a potent branch
Hunting down chimara ants
Shawty say she love japan
We fucked but she was too advanced
I'm looking wit a crooked glance
Reset we need another chance
I compliment her on her stance
Hypnotic wen she dance and
Still thick af in hammer pants
Ride it like an avalanche
Kill kill ambulance
That pussy sweet candy land
Now they call me candyman
Leave a message on the mirror
She no run gone choke da pilla
Stickin like a silver back
She love it wen I go gorilla
Elegantly let me kill her
Swearin that it's no one realer
I kno me so I feel her
Body hot jungle fever
Chewing on me like a beaver
Just give her wood and extra
Watermelon flavored bubblegum
Poetically I'm goin dumb
Brewed in weed and island rum
So naturally we having fun
Food and liquor have u some
Rolling up an orange skunk
Back 2 back
Machine gun funk
Blow whatever how u want
Keep a backwood for the blunt

Smoking on a foreign strain
Too high to try pronounce her name
Fuck to me it's all the same
This that food for the brain
Ayyy
Roll it up and let it sang
Ayyy
Roll it up and let it sang

Smoking on a foreign strain
Too high to try pronounce her name
Fuck to me it's all the same
This that food for the brain
Ayyy
Roll it up and let it sang
Ayyy
Roll it up and let it sang

Hoping that she notice me
I wrote a poem openly
The words that I could never speak
Surprising but yea that's me
Open up ya palm and see
My heart is there with every beat
Now ride this dick until u sleep
U know I only love a freak
Laughs and strokes keep her weak
Back strokes fuk up her weave
All we smoke is pressure
Keep that shit cuz life stress ya
Want a rolls not a stretcher
Once a love I wont forget ya
Broke my heart
I hope it blessed ya
I pass the test and skip the lectures
Taught they should respect
U ain't gotta like shit
But I still think it's better
If I stand on my shit
Dawg I kill em like Vick
Get my madden on and shit
Hear the snakes how they hiss
And I ain't tryna get bite
Roll the kush and get blitzed
Steady smoking out a zip
Fuck the name get lit
Purple pain or da piff
While I'm rollin catch a whiff
Eyes lowered mind lift
Swear I'm working with the gift
Eyes bloody mind drip

Smoking on a foreign strain
Too high to try pronounce her name
Fuck to me it's all the same
This that food for the brain
Ayyy
Roll it up and let it sang
Ayyy
Roll it up and let it sang

Smoking on a foreign strain
Too high to try pronounce her name
Fuck to me it's all the same
This that food for the brain
Ayyy
Roll it up and let it sang
Ayyy
Roll it up and let it sang

Written by:
Bryant Smith

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