Lyrics Dot Dot Curve – Blaze It Up

Spanky:
Break the wood up
Spliff the blunt, toast the guts
Spank it up, roll it up, blaze it up (Oh)

Break the wood up
Spliff the blunt, toast the guts
Spank it up, roll it up, blaze it up (Oh)
Blaze it up (Oh)
Blaze it up (Oh)
Blaze it up (Oh)
Blaze it up (Oh)
Blaze it up
Break the wood up
Spliff the blunt, toast the guts
Spank it up, roll it up, blaze it up (Oh)
Blaze it up (Oh)

Break that weed up, boy
Spliff that blunt, boy, smoke it up, boy
Choke it up, boy, haha
Got my tatted up (What?) hippie, boy
Always have weed shake on my skinnys
Always have a blunt tuff
The way in my
?, is gettin’ high, kickin’ back
Bandana hanging from my back pocket
Weed tucked away in a baggy in my front pocket
First you break it, tear it, roll it, then you pop it
Blunts roll fat, looking like a fucking
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Chase pie in sky, divin’
?, buying drugs
Girls cryin’ cause they see me on the streets, no lyin’
All day at my shows I blaze up, sign a few titties
This day go back blaze it up, boy
Listen up, boy, I’m the stoner boy
And I roll the fruits rolled up, boy
I listen to the hookie and do it up, boy
Now do it up, boy, do it up, boy
Now do it up, boy, haha

Break the wood up
Spliff the blunt, toast the guts
Spank it up, roll it up, blaze it up (Oh)
Blaze it up (Oh)
Blaze it up (Oh)
Blaze it up (Oh)
Blaze it up (Oh)
Blaze it up
Break the wood up
Spliff the blunt, toast the guts
Spank it up, roll it up, blaze it up (Oh)
Blaze it up (Oh)
Blaze it up (Oh)
Blaze it up (Oh)
Blaze it up (Oh)
Blaze it up

Pat Panic:
This medical got me high, I ain’t gon’ lie
I don’t know why but this girl took my ride
Say she been tryna smoke all night
And that’s probably from that kush cologne
Sylvester Stallone, it’s hella strong
Say she down that matchbook, don’t got no blunts, just hit the bong
Fuck, I’m alone, you say you which
Your girls fucked that came alone
Bring you to my crib, yo, you wanna freak fuck? We can get it on
Blazin’ up to your favorite song, hit it right, put you in your zone
Hook you up with that blue drink, take it to the dome
Now your mind is gone
Stayin’ high, never goin’ home
Need green, hit up my phone
I’ll be on that Maui from Cali to
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The lie fat, such a perfect tone
Gettin’ high till I hold a stone
Eyes low like a fucking
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I don’t need help, did it on my own
I’m no Wiz Khalifa but I smokin’ hella reeffuh
Gotta bitch up in my whip, rollin’ up, now she’s a keeper
And I never ever need her, but I hit her when
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Cause she only fucks with Panic, real nigga keeps his G’s up, cause I’m…

Spanky:
Break the wood up
Spliff the blunt, toast the guts
Spank it up, roll it up, blaze it up (Oh)
Blaze it up (Oh)
Blaze it up (Oh)
Blaze it up (Oh)
Blaze it up (Oh)
Blaze it up
Break the wood up
Spliff the blunt, toast the guts
Spank it up, roll it up, blaze it up (Oh)
Blaze it up (Oh)
Blaze it up (Oh)
Blaze it up (Oh)
Blaze it up (Oh)
Blaze it up

Blaze it up
Blaze it up