Thomas Voight, Blu, Young Dro - Tha Chronic lyrics

[Thomas Voight, Blu, Young Dro - Tha Chronic lyrics]

I smoke fat blunts every
Single motherfucking day (Ouoo)
Don’t be tryna bring your
Motherfucking mids to me
(No mids here, no mids here)
I smoke that crypt
That chronic every single day
(Every single day) i smoke fat blunts every
Single motherfucking day (Yuh)

Everywhere I go, you know I stay blunted
I stay puffin’ on them trees
I stay hotboxing in my elegy
And keep a bong up under my seat
I be smokin' til I fog out the crib
My eyes be lookin Chinese
But, it's a problem when you
Can't see the fridgе
And got the cottonmouth and munchies
And evеrywhere I go you know I smell funky
Like I'm wearing cologne made of weed
‘Cause, I always got at least an O-Z on me
Got it on the low if you need
But, you gotta throw down, or have 5 on it
If you tryna smoke up with me
'Cause, I stay wit the A1, high grade
Hydroponics but nobody smokin for free

Got that crypto, got that chronic
Got these niggas hooked on phonics
Got my plants on hydroponics
Hey yo DJ, where'd you find 'dis?
Yeah my girls, they look the finest
When I'm done, feel free, rewind this
I stay higher than a pilot
RIP to Kobe Bryant
Purple buds, okay, grind it
Yellow hairs, like a lion
Pushin' work out to the client
Got that work in my Porsche Cayenne
No, I'm not just gon stay silent
While my niggas out here dyin'
Preach and roll another giant
Dro's a phenom, call me Zion!

I smoke fat blunts every
Single motherfucking day (Ouoo)
Don’t be tryna bring your
Motherfucking mids to me
(No mids here, no mids here)
I smoke that crypt
That chronic every single day
(Every single day) i smoke fat blunts every
Single motherfucking day (Yuh)

Don’t try to bring your
Motherfuckin' mids to me
I don't fuck wit' cheese
I want you to get the fuck away from me
Bitch I guarantee you smoke that
Weed with me so healthily
I’ll get you so fucked up it’s like
You sipped yourself some purple drink
But no this was just the purple weed
Got you litter than a Christmas tree
This chronic ain’t yo cup of tea?
You better make it be
Or get 'yo ass, the fuck away from me
Cause, I don't want you fucking
My high up, nah, you’s a Debby D
In other words you ain’t shit to me
Try to tell me you disagree
With the legalization of weed
I’ll bust a cap like you’re Kennedy
Hang yo ass up like
A motherfuckin’ olive tree
But yo this weed makes me thrive
I’m so fucking high
I could reach up and give god a high five
I’m so fucking high
I wanna just take a ride
In an automatic drive
Just to look up at the sky
Like I’m back at being twenty-five
This weed is the only reason I’m alive
This shit helps me survive
Whenever I’m down it gives me a revive
Like we’re living in a drive
And by the way this weed ups
My sex drive, so yeah, i guess I’ma
Hmm, what is that? A
Motherfucking hard drive, yea

I smoke fat blunts every
Single motherfucking day (Ouoo)
Don’t be tryna bring your
Motherfucking mids to me
(No mids here, no mids here)
I smoke that crypt
That chronic every single day
(Every single day) i smoke fat blunts every
Single motherfucking day (Yuh)

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