Cologne

You can still smell the weed on my cologne
Yeah, babe
Yeah, yeah, babe
Ayy, yeah
When I first seen her, knew I had to make her mine
First I eat her, then I get her from behind
Never leave her, got a ring on second time
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Roll my weed I do that shit like all the time
I’m a stoner, I smoke lemon cherry pot
Wonder how I always end up in the sky
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And you know that shit hit different when it strong
You can still smell the weed on my cologne, baby
Start the car, hit the gas, and we gone
What’s with you, baby?
Love the way you walk, I’m like «It fit you, baby»
I got you now but first it was a mission, baby
I’m like «Hey, I got a ring, I hope it fit you, baby»
No issue, baby, I keep my pistol, baby
Let a nigga trip, he come up missing, baby
Everytime you leave I’m like «I miss you, baby», I really miss you, baby
I’m coming home 'cause I can’t wait to kiss you, baby
And you know that shit hit different when it strong
You can still smell the weed on my cologne, baby
Start the car, hit the gas, and we gone
Know that shit hit different when it strong
Still smell the gas on my cologne
Trippin', baby, you the one I want
Know that shit hit different when it strong
Still smell the gas on my cologne, baby
Trippin', you the one I want
You the one I want
Gas on my cologne, yeah, baby
You the one I want
Whoa, yeah, baby