Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Sound


Interface


Difficulty level


Accent



interface language

en

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Cookie policy   |   Support   |   FAQ
1
register / login
Lyrkit

donate

5$

Lyrkit

donate

10$

Lyrkit

donate

20$

Lyrkit

And/Or support me in social. networks:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Gucci Mane

Stuff Crust

 

Stuff Crust

(album: Money, Pounds, Ammunition - 2013)


[Hook:]
We rolling 2 grand doobies,
Point 5 for cuties
Blowin San Francisco cookies
It's bout to be a movie
Call me PeeWee Tarantino
Big clouds of weed smoke
Hashing flash like a weed low
Start crushing till we overdue
Stuffin crust
Stuffin crust
Stuffin crust
Stuffin crust

[Verse 1:]
In the trap house man a homie struck go get
Put down swisher roll up here
Still crusing the beamers at
Ain't no pressure got alot of bag
Ain't got to worry about popo bag
You can roll your own jay keep nothing
Come cook it it's a virus
Smell in the bed
Got your tumor if you know what the hell is that
San Francisco you got to be afraid to get that
I'm a bosey I got me a mail mechanism
In the long life long blunt powder and sense
Rick man calling it's a scrunch mail in it
Blowing gas with a bad bitch, she gagging and shit
My bad I stuck 2 grounds in this spliff
I forgot you smoke power fire queue shit
Baby gone I'm the back of man trying to catch a breath
I'm a stalker crossing over by the red man trip
How you caught a nigga moving how I kick big shit
But the whole bank cross the crust like dick
Only cut with 4 sluts got big butts
I'm amazed once a star crust hit swisher
And I can't wait to smoke it with her
Like cookie she throwin up
Like the movies we stuck in crowd

[Hook:]
We rolling 2 grand doobies,
Point 5 for cuties
Blowin San Francisco cookies
It's bout to be a movie
Call me PeeWee Tarantino
Big clouds of weed smoke
Hashing flash like a weed low
Start crushing till we overdue
Stuffin crust
Stuffin crust
Stuffin crust
Stuffin crust

[Verse 2:]
Give me a swisher so I can roll up
And I'm leaning so hard look like I'm doing the hold on
No smile blush, your blunt need to grow up
And I keep that gag in me alive so I can blow up
I need more haters, that's why I smoke a pound a day
I need some acres
I keep a blunt on me like it's my firearm
We in the club for one reason
Set out the fire alarm
Them fat blunts that's how we smoke
And it ain't strong if you don't choke
Fuck the nike deal I should sign with coke
We getting fields of that shit
On a fucking boat

[Hook:]
We rolling 2 grand doobies,
Point 5 for cuties
Blowin San Francisco cookies
It's bout to be a movie
Call me PeeWee Tarantino
Big clouds of weed smoke
Hashing flash like a weed low
Start crushing till we overdue
Stuffin crust
Stuffin crust
Stuffin crust
Stuffin crust

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?