3.5g of Love

Lyrics

Some bitches beg for Balenciaga,
But this one rides for a three point five,
We could make love while listening to Nirvana,
But all she wants to do is fuck while she's high,

Some bitches beg for Gucci or Prada, 
but this one just wants to steal your mind,
We could take it slow with the lights a little darker,
but she just wants that smoke with a rougher side.

She move like smokes got hips and a reason to play, 
An’ drift through the room like a whisp taught to behave, 
Like she testin’ the shape of the flame with a spliff full of haze an' a chest full of trouble to taste, with a cherry on the tip don’t dance she drifts an' makes the whole mode hit strange an' flip, I swear she's tryna rearrange my brain. 

She don’t want romance, she want pleasure and a smoke trance,
Don’t want no low fire slow dance, she wants blowbacks and the roach curl up in both hands while the mattress beat in cadence an' wants the bud burn down to a fragrance an' watch the ashtray knocks the stress,
Wants that blunt-fucked rush that leave burns on the flesh.

Some bitches beg for Balenciaga,
But this one rides for a three point five,
We could make love while listening to Nirvana,
But all she wants to do is fuck while she's high,

Some bitches beg for Gucci or Prada, 
but this one just wants to steal your mind,
We could take it slow with the lights a little darker,
but she just wants that smoke with a rougher side.

Thin-strand, whole grams, lick stamp an’ no plans,
Sit back, watch the coals land, roll bands, it's molten,
Smoke twist an' shape shiftin', thick rips an' flames lick an',
The whole shit ablaze every time the smoke driftin'.

Rolled wrong with a dangerous tongue, 
three point five of love that’s way too strong, 
roach in the tray but still ain’t done, 
wants it to hit hard from the throat to the lungs 

So she can choke on the stunt 
And get hung on the runtz, 
Set numbin' the blunt, 
An' twist another one like it’s never enough.

Some bitches beg for Balenciaga,
But this one rides for a three point five.
Some bitches beg for Gucci or Prada, 
but this one just wants to steal your mind,



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