Christo Amp - 1wood

Yea, Champ
Yea, one 'wood left came in a , yea
Got one 'wood left came a pack of five (what?)
Christo gettin' high while I'm rollin' up that fire (yea)
Baby, let me slide (what?)
I just wanna fuck (Champ)
I don't want the whole cake just a couple cuts (uh huh)
That's a piece (uh huh)
Baby, where that weed? (uh huh)
I don't wanna put it in a Swisher, where the leaf? (no)
Hit the gas station, get a five pack, uh
Pullin' up one on the ride back, ugh
Let me recline, let me lean back, ugh
Let me chief pine, let me relax, ugh
Smokin' on a honeyberry with my Halle Berry
Better respect my color like it's February
But, I was born the month before that
Christo blow gas, chillin' with your hoe (yea)
I'ma still roll that 'wood if it's broken
I got the midas touch now, watch it turn golden
The Champ
Got one 'wood left, came in a pack of five (what)
(one, 'wood, in a, five)
Came in a pack of five (yea)
(one, 'wood, in a, five)
Got one 'wood left, came in a pack of five (what)
(one, 'wood, in a, five)
Came in a pack of five (yea)
(one, 'wood, in a, five)
Got one 'wood left, came in a pack of five (what)
Christo gettin' high while rollin' up that fire
(one, 'wood, in a, five)
Got one 'wood left, came in a pack of five (yea)
Got one 'wood left, got one, got one 'wood
(one, 'wood, in a, five)
Sippin' the barre, strummin' on my guitar, smokin' on a cigar
Don't call me no rapper, the music I make it art
Got my a black canvas, new song to start
Picasso with the beats, Van Gogh with the flows
I'm tryna keep it discreet, I cracked the Da Vinci code
And everything that I roll look fuckin' professional
And when the smoke gettin' low, put roaches up in the bowl
I'm rollin' up on the road, heatin' up like a stove
Gettin' old like Logan, smokin', sippin' mimosas
Bitches' trippin' up on me, smokin' one by my lonely
Takin' out that tobacci and stuffin' it with that OG, and
Don't hit the 'wood if you know you can't handle it
I can burn a forest down, you just get the candle lit
Had to cop a box so there's forty in my cabinet
You niggas' still splittin' Swishers, my niggas unravel it
Got one 'wood left, came in a pack of five (what)
(one, 'wood, in a, five)
Came in a pack of five (yea)
(one, 'wood, in a, five)
Got one 'wood left, came in a pack of five (what)
(one, 'wood, in a, five)
Came in a pack of five (yea)
(one, 'wood, in a, five)
Got one 'wood left, came in a pack of five (what)
Christo gettin' high while rollin' up that fire
(one, 'wood, in a, five)
Got one 'wood left, came in a pack of five (yea)
Got one 'wood left, got one, got one 'wood
(one, 'wood, in a, five)
Yo, B
What's up, son?
I ain't know if you want to shoot a music video
You know, get some shots in today, B
Hit me back, B
I'll be here all day, son
Peace

Written by:
Christopher Amponsah

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