Smoking On The Indjo Lyrics

Chorus:
Smoking on the indjo
yellin at girls out my window
no telling how far we'll go
in the clouds, aint coming back down
star in the sky, so F-L-Y

Verse 1:
grinding on them haters with my eyes low/ styling how long you've been there for/ I never noticed/ you think im joking about what im smoking/ nah, this smoke smell from this blaze sleepy face get spaced/ so sleep so sleep/ difference between you and me/ I got these hoes exploding my phone to give me dome/ all you gots the buisy tone/ shorty want to kiss me through the phone while you alone waiting on your chick to get home/ im in the clouds/ turn my music up loud/ lets bullshit and party/ know its getting wreckless before its started/ I got super game/ im getting super brain/ give you a cape and a super name like super lame/ drifting on the dance floor/ when more hoes stepped through door/ shorty where you wanna go/ my place or yours?/ we can do it like before/ you already know

Chorus:

Smoking on the indjo
yellin at girls out my window
no telling how far we'll go
in the clouds, aint coming back down
star in the sky, so F-L-Y
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Verse 2:
known coast to coast
to toast to getting toasted
roast an L-roy to float on top the ocean
blow smoke like coke
recycle like a serpent
potent herb so you know its goin be working
tommy biz you already know what it is/ back to the business at hand/ im trying to get as high as I can/ heard that's the plan/ you know that's the jam/ those green eggs got me going ham

Verse 3:
I keep pushing /windows down while low sounds rumbling back seats cushions/on my way up only go down to eat pussy /crumbling indjo pretend those rolled with free bushes/ and im still pushing/ I keep moving fluid flowig like a pipeline/ stop and I would die homie you know that im shark like / great white rub me wrong and you gonna get sliced/ and my advice is keep it moving stopping shit is for ass whipes.

Chorus:
Smoking on the indjo
yellin at girls out my window
no telling how far we'll go
in the clouds, aint coming back down
star in the sky, so F-L-Y