Wrap Sumdem lyrics

Artist  : Nelly 
Song : Wrap Sumdem
 


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Hey this is no lie
Me and my
niggas gettin high
Yo if you look up in the
sky
You might see us floating by

You
see Biggie be like what's beef?
Me I'm like
what's weed?
Weed is actually a medicine for
me, you know.
Every 4 hours like a
prescription I smoke.
And I'm thanking my
refer chief for making me choke.
I'm like one
of those half-baked thugs, I'm in love.
Then
after that roll cool "J's" I mean bud.
Cause I
still piss stems and still shit seeds,
I spit
residue smoke on my way to buy weed.
Wrap
Sumden, always I smoke more then Cheech and
Chong.
My best friends a bong and my homies a
smokaholic.
I know one day, I'm gone
stop,
but that'll be the day when my seeds
don't pop.
You see weed helps me get my
thoughts together quick.
But on the other
hand, as soon as I'm sober I forget.
Shit, I'm
still stuck at point "A" ya dig,
and my momma
think that I should quit.

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Ya I get high.
You might see me
stroll by
in the Bob Marley tie die with the
red eye.
I'm sick now.
I think I'm catching
glaucoma.
See me on the corner, looking for
weed donars.

You know how we do it kid. We
get that good herb and swerve.
Till the gas run
out, the way we smokes absurd.
That's my word,
Wrap Sumden (Wrap Sumden),
make a nigga clap
somthing, get all mad and slap
somthing.

Yo grab the towels cover the
smoke alarms and doors.
See I somke alone, I
need grass like lawn mowers.
Say dutch time,
roll up it's clutch time,
and I burn mine,
don't you ever ever touch mine.

Fire it up
dog, but watch out for 5-0.
Eyes blowed fuck
plenty henny and hydro.
Fuck a bitch and some
clothes, I gotta get rich
gold platinum and do
some shows and get blowed.

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All I know, is money making hoes and
smoking endo.
If I wasn't high I'd probably
know a little more,
but since I don't some
might consider me slow.
Don't worry
though.
I keep the pants sag. Bubble eye hands
rag.
Eyes glassed smoking fill from the
hash.
Choking after that but don't the blunt
pass.
"What we doin' today" Same shit we did
last week.
Wake up in the morning and yawn and
roll up.
Bag up and make some runs and roll
up.
5-0 behind me my niggas so hold up.
Ok
made a left so continue to roll up.
Don't get
me wrong police, yo I stop for them,
but when
they leave guaranteed I'll be smoking
again.
Catch my second wind and start in on my
next bag.
The type of nigga smoke on the way to
his rehab.

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Fade

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