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Sativa Video (MV)




Performed By: g1ocka
Language: English
Length: 1:46
Written by: Ramazan K
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Bitch, we run it up, and we don't really care, (Yuh)
Puffin up Sativa, you can smell it in the air
That bitch kind of drunk, she be fallin' off the chair, (Damn)
Rockin' designer, we be rockin' Moncler
That's when the fun starts, when it hits 12 o'clock
Weird looks when I pull up to the party with a Glock
And your girl hit me up, she want me to break her spine
She like, Can I come through?, girl that's fine
Broke boy hit my phone, and he wants some smoke
He ain't gon do shit, that boy a joke, (Joke)
I don't care about nothin' but gettin' guap
It ain't yo' wifey, she a f*ckin' bop, (Bop)
You said you the shit, but that's a f*ckin' lie, (Lie)
You claimin' you gon do shit, but you can try
With me she a WAP, but with you she dry
He said he gang, but I made him f*ckin' cry, (Womp, womp)
Bitch, we run it up, and we don't really care, (Yuh)
Puffin up Sativa, you can smell it in the air
That bitch kind of drunk, she be fallin' off the chair, (Damn)
Rockin' designer, we be rockin' Moncler
That's when the fun starts, when it hits 12 o'clock
Weird looks when I pull up to the party with a Glock
And your girl hit me up, she want me to break her spine
She like, Can I come through?, girl that's fine
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English

Bitch, we run it up, and we don't really care, (Yuh)
Puffin up Sativa, you can smell it in the air
That bitch kind of drunk, she be fallin' off the chair, (Damn)
Rockin' designer, we be rockin' Moncler
That's when the fun starts, when it hits 12 o'clock
Weird looks when I pull up to the party with a Glock
And your girl hit me up, she want me to break her spine
She like, Can I come through?, girl that's fine
Broke boy hit my phone, and he wants some smoke
He ain't gon do shit, that boy a joke, (Joke)
I don't care about nothin' but gettin' guap
It ain't yo' wifey, she a f*ckin' bop, (Bop)
You said you the shit, but that's a f*ckin' lie, (Lie)
You claimin' you gon do shit, but you can try
With me she a WAP, but with you she dry
He said he gang, but I made him f*ckin' cry, (Womp, womp)
Bitch, we run it up, and we don't really care, (Yuh)
Puffin up Sativa, you can smell it in the air
That bitch kind of drunk, she be fallin' off the chair, (Damn)
Rockin' designer, we be rockin' Moncler
That's when the fun starts, when it hits 12 o'clock
Weird looks when I pull up to the party with a Glock
And your girl hit me up, she want me to break her spine
She like, Can I come through?, girl that's fine
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Writer: Ramazan K
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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