DESCRIPTION:
All music produced by DCbb.
Kweh X MR A 2016 EP

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Lyrics:

[MR A]
Look how I been cooking just like James Harden.
I was dicing up the lean cut in the cauldron.
I am a cloud that won't ever stop falling.
Get the picture in the sky the illustrator drawing.
Maybe you can feel the fog that's from the hydro blaring.
Mist getting larger from the loud call that an air raid.
Keep that cherry going man so don't be acting scary.
Whenever I be pining know I'm chiefing on blueberry.
We be dabbing like Cam Newton boxing out the viper.
Ruthless blooded sex symbols that yall cannot decipher.
Gas come flowing she said oh lord it's a fire.
Room clear of the AK smoke we take what we desire.
Bling gang so damn glistening and it make them all the wetter.
Lighting up the Cohiba then making more of feta,
Grinding in the daylight make the evening so much better.
Five jobs we don't get tired reefer toking houston Texas.

[Kabb]
Ayy, hop up on this beat like Big Stu.
Reppin' SCP, that's a big crew.
Kick back, burn anotha with ya main dude.
Products all the same, who want anotha j foo.
Automatic, trippin' off the graphic,
little rocks and plastic
sponsor comatose gymnastics.
Having too much fun with a bottle and elastic.
Sayin you a maverick, I can have it?
Beatin down the block like Im Tyson in a stereo.
Bangin every day on da 6, everywhere we go.
Floatin on da rainman, chokin on that brain ha?
Out up on this bitch like an injin in a rain dance.
Can't say that I got that feel.
Can't fake how I got this real.
Firing on all piston reppin southside we da bestest.
Lightin all dat gouda feel the haze inside ma chest.

[Kweh]
Rollin up, rollin up, rollin up sweets
I got the paper n ma poppy seeds
I got ma baby in between da sheets
got her dressed up like it halloween
You aint gotta fuck with me
I burn up with the evergreen
The smoke is all I ever need
You dont get this smoke for free
ayyee

[T E R R A]
Call me classic, livin like a addict
I gotta have it, yet Im movin past it

[Lil E Da Real Spitta]
Smoked out smoked out, my momma's still bitchin bout it.
She say it's a phase, well why a nigga still aint out it.
Wodi tryna blaze, bitch you know a nigga bout it.
Focused on my grades, them high grades been all around me.
Superman OG, I'm fuckin with that diesel,
I don't fuck with purp no more, they use to be my people.
All my blunts be hella swole, lookin like a monkeys finger,
I was just smoking with ya ho, now she lookin at my penis.
Everything I'm smokin loud, don't think you would believe me.
I'm so stupid when I'm sober, smokin turn me to a genius.
Eyes red and so low, got me lookin like a demon.
Every time its gettin low, I get some more becuz I'm fiendin.
Spent 250 off the muscle cuz a zip is what I'm needin.
Everything I get designer like the plug sell out of Neimans.
On my journey through the jungle, I aint smoking with you heathens,
smokin on a higher power, give a damn what you believe in.