King Libra, Lor Smoot - Libheadz Lyrics

Im in my bag today
Play with ya girl you know that she chase
I count my cake
Diamonds all on me they wet like a lake
Mixing the Mary and Shenanigans
I got a Christie no million
She tryin pitch my pavilion
Im not a regular civilian
Blunt roller
Weed smoker
Cop my grass I'm a roll up
Big toter
Aye
Who got gas I got the smoke
Yeah you already know
I need a bitch who smoke and know how to roll
To keep me on my toes
You trying call she ain't answer
I make it rain she a dancer
Ice on my niggas like Francis and Prancer
Most of my niggas are rappers
Im on sum shit like pampers
From Baltimore pardon my manners
Potheads all over the scanners
I am a blunt roller
A weed smoker
A kush toker
A loud blower
I am a blunt roller
A weed smoker
A kush toker
A loud blower
Walked in with sum grams in my pants
Gingerbread man running wit the bands
I ain't really trying talk cuz she a fan
Yeah young King Libra I'm the man
Young chief smoker Mary or Fiona
Lib in the trap buzzing Motorola
I might catch a op wet em up like Moana
Hotter than a sauna
Off the magic like I'm potter
She came to my place I beat her face
Lil mama she wanting to stay
Ran out of gas I hit my bro I grab the stash outta the safe
Totally dude the way that I'm surfing these niggas they all on my wave
High come in different ways cuz I'm
I am a blunt roller
A weed smoker
A kush toker
A loud blower
I am a blunt roller
A weed smoker
A kush toker
A loud blower

Im in my bag today
Play with ya girl you know that she chase
I count my cake
Diamonds all on me they wet like a lake
Mixing the Mary and Shenanigans
I got a Christie no million
She tryin pitch my pavilion
Im not a regular civilian
Blunt roller
Weed smoker
Cop my grass I'm a roll up
Big toter
Aye
Who got gas I got the smoke
Yeah you already know
I need a bitch who smoke and know how to roll
To keep me on my toes
You trying call she ain't answer
I make it rain she a dancer
Ice on my niggas like Francis and Prancer
Most of my niggas are rappers
Im on sum shit like pampers
From Baltimore pardon my manners
Potheads all over the scanners
I am a blunt roller
A weed smoker
A kush toker
A loud blower
I am a blunt roller
A weed smoker
A kush toker
A loud blower
Walked in with sum grams in my pants
Gingerbread man running wit the bands
I ain't really trying talk cuz she a fan
Yeah young King Libra I'm the man
Young chief smoker Mary or Fiona
Lib in the trap buzzing Motorola
I might catch a op wet em up like Moana
Hotter than a sauna
Off the magic like I'm potter
She came to my place I beat her face
Lil mama she wanting to stay
Ran out of gas I hit my bro I grab the stash outta the safe
Totally dude the way that I'm surfing these niggas they all on my wave
High come in different ways cuz I'm
I am a blunt roller
A weed smoker
A kush toker
A loud blower
I am a blunt roller
A weed smoker
A kush toker
A loud blower