Hotbox - Lil Jul HD

Hotbox by Lil Jul Lyrics : Men i’m a focking master I’m rollin kush like no one can do it better Men i got my weed straight from Berner All my niggas smoking Raw paper And all my fans screaming Taylor Men my neck is so icy and my diamonds are crazy Look my belt thats Gucchi And my sunglasses, Versace My chains heavy and my weed sticky These bong rips are killing me In the club thats Bombay for me And all I smoke is the greatest OG Strange smell like is blueberry Started from the bottom but now we getting all free Spicy kush right by the sea High price for that fruity pussy I was selling weed like this shit was a sport But now it’s a hotbox in my motherfuckin Porsche Pull up to the party there’s no discussion Only straight vodka for the white Russian Shawtie wants to hit the bong : no instruction A joint full of KK : that’s destruction And rolling weed, you know it, That’s my occupation bitch! I just moved two pounds that’s an easy sale Always that bomb weed we inhale Smoking kush ain’t scared of jail 28 grams ain’t need a scale Club with your bitch free cocktail Next day’s going straight to my voicemail Three joints full of green stuff Men try to come on my level We got sprite mix with cough syrup Getting brain that’s what doing our gang Wake up in the morning, blowin some dank Ash is shape like a snake, please help me men I’m getting an heartbreak! Sippin codeine, drinking Bombay You can’t tell I just play One blunt per day, keep the doctor away Freaky bitch, keep rolling some jays Me and my niggas drunk on Broadway Showin up Benz in the driveway I don’t remember their names, but it was insane When they look at my chains, They start givin me brain I’m in my zone i’m smoking back to back 28 grams that’s the weight of my pack 5 or 6 that’s the number of hoes in my Cadillac Smellin money them bitches told me i’m on the good track So high i need a little snack But after all, we’ll keep rollin that pack Fuck your plane I’m still in the space Roll this weed up like it was a race Thousand of benjis in my briefcase No lounges I created a new human race No games, I put it all in her face! Copyright - Lil Jul Picture by Samy El Alami.