[Lil' Flip]
Well, I smoke and lean tryna get high
On Cloud 9 tryna reach they sky
We call it dro'ya'll call it lye
All I need is a sweet to get me by
I'm super fly like Missy
Drink Moette until I'm pissy
I pulled up in a Bentley
Hoes asking who is it its F-L-I-P
Blowing that light green
No sticks, no seeds $300 for an O-Z
And you know me stay blowed puffing and passing
You split it, dump it, lick it then stuff it wit hashing
[Chorus]
Da roof, da roof, da roof is on fire
We don't need matches real smokers use lighters
Da roof, da roof, da roof is on fire
We don't need matches real smokers use lighters
[Lil' Flip]
Smoke all day thats what I do
When I think about my nigga Screw
I break bread with my crew
I smoke green, purple, even blue
I dont know about you but I love to smoke
Play Grand Theft and crack a joke
Or go to the club and snatch a hoe
Thats the way it go when ya ballin hoe
We smoke dro'to get higher
I got 20's on my tires, I got tensions in my wires
Cause Haddy's got that fire
And when I retire I'm a still be smoking hay
Like
(?whos ya conflict?)or mail man and Drey
So if you wanna smoke something just holla at ya boy
Cause I got cotton candy, tarantula, and fat boy
We can roll a sack boy and get so high
But when its time to hit the club I need Visine for my eyes
[Chorus]
Da roof, da roof, da roof is on fire
We don't need matches real smokers use lighters
Da roof, da roof, da roof is on fire
We don't need matches real smokers use lighters
Writer(s): 0, Wesley E. Weston
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