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RED CLAY

RED CLAY
THATS WHAT WE CALL WEED IN ATLANTA GA
SO LET GET HIGH AND GET THE MUNCHIES
LETS SMOKE LIKE WE NEVER SMOKED BEFORE
LETS GET SO HIGH WHERE WE CANT EVEN DRIVE
ROLL UP THAT BLUNT AND LETS STUNT

ROLL THAT FATTY AND HIGH LIKE ME
LETS GET SO HIGH LIKE A KITE
AND WATCH OTHER PEOPLE START FIGHTS
DAMN WHATS HAPPENING TO MY SIGHT ( DAMN THIS RED CLAY GOOD )
THIS SHIT GOT ME FEELING LIKE NOTHING CAN
TOUCH ME

RED HAIRS
STEAMS
SEEDS
IMMA STILL SMOKE IT...IT DONT MATTER TO ME
CAUSE EITHER WAY IMMA BE HIGH
Written by lamont
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