Comethazine - Tree House Boolin lyrics

[Comethazine - Tree House Boolin lyrics]

Yeah, yeah tree house boolin'
Tree house boolin' with some
Bitches in my entourage, yeah

Tree house boolin' with some
Bitches in my entourage
Tree house boolin' with some
Bitches in my entourage
Tree house boolin' with some
Bitches in my entourage
Tree house boolin' with some
Bitches in my entourage
Tree house boolin' with some
Bitches in my entourage

30 with a drum on my lap for a homicide
'64 Impala, homeboy, yeah, watch me ride
Tree house jumpin', if you lame
You can't come inside
T-ID-E, yeah, that's my name
They callin' me Tide 'Cause I'm so clean


Watch me hoes on my knob
Smell like gas in the fuckin' 'Wood, yeah
That shit real life 40 grams by myself
I smoke that shit in a hour
Call me Mini-me like that nigga
Off of Austin Powers
LA where I be, smokin' trees
Gettin' hella high
She said she want some eat, bon appétit
I'ma leat her eat
Tree house boolin', blowin' in
The tree, yeah, we smokin' deep
Bad lil' bitch rollin' up the weed
Her friend toppin' me
I feel like the king of the jungle
Ain't no stoppin' me
If a nigga jump, I body, grab the semi
Point it at him
Then I let it 'til it's empty
We don't play around, lil' bitch
Do you hear me?
We don't play around, lil' bitch
Do you hear me?
Tree house boolin' with some
Bitches from my entourage
Tree house boolin' with some
Bitches from my entourage
Tree house boolin' with some
Bitches from my entourage

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, tree house boolin'
'64 Impala, tree house boolin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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