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Thinking A Lot (feat. Hippy X)
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Single   $2
Album   $13
Charts
Peak #266
Peak in subgenre #27
Author
Skiiwlkr, Hippy X / Forbidden Riddimz
Uploaded
May 19, 2024
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MP3 7.1 MB, 320 kbps, 3:06
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WAV 47.0 MB
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Yes, contains samples or splices
Beat
4/4
Vocals
Male
Character
Energy
relaxed, cool
high-energy
Danceable
coffee-place
dancefloor
Positivity
dark, sad, angry
happy
Appeal
unique
radio-friendly
Lyrics
(Yup) Swear this weed got me really thinking a lot If I put money in the pot I gotta put money in a pot Smoke and saving a lot Always watch what we cop Always watch for the (watch) Shout my plug for the drop Got a weed Queen that always come with the wap Planting seed for the bigger picture so always worried bout the crop Born and raised on a dot Pounds and bags in a cot Smallest crib but the biggest load I know OG's who are fucked Seen OG's who slide for the flip but sometimes business gonna flop (it flop) Business always be a gamble but you cannot worry bout a bluff (c'mon) Some man make it off of rock (a rock) Some man make off a rock Tryna build a castle called it Camelot Shorty come over she come a lot If she bad then I better not/nut Tryna get that money all by a lot (yeah) Got me thinking a lot (lot, yeah, yeah) Smoking with my niggas as we go (smoke) If we in the whip we driving slow (slow) And we always going for the gold Totem pole Who involved? And we with my niggas driving slow And when it's time to get up we gon' go oh Who involved? Just roll some more (Uh) I been thinking a lot you should know this All of this drinking mixed with the smoking Got a King looking at the Holy Ghost in shock I never cooked chips in a wok Still I put chips in the wok (I'm high) When I step it's a standing ovation Only then am I met with a pop Trouble in the water You should get checked by the dock Roll up by the quarter I'm stoned but next I'm a rock (I'm high) Don't let me stand next to your crops (I'm high) What's next I'm exing them off (I'm high) Smoke that in under a day Not a flex it's stress at the top Yeah But I gotta stand strong no fumble Weed so loud that I'm starting to mumble You would think I was raised in a jungle They are my sons and Wray is their uncle (my sons) No patience, fall off and tumble (nah) I'm cutting my cake up Still I want all of the crumble Yeah And we with my niggas driving slow And when it's time to get up we gon' go Yo Yo Who involved? Just roll some more Yeah
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