4:20
This lyric is full of double entendres. It is a crude play on the '4:20' smoking culture with satirical references to sex. The vibes and atmostphere of the lyrics are very adult - themed, masculine and suggestive. You're guaranteed a heated and lit audience. It fits perfectly in mostly rap genres.
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Verse 1
We got all the smoke up into this room
Blazin' blazin'
Flying higher than this broom
We in this tomb with the fumes.
I spray a hunnit bands and then I
Open up the womb
I wrap it up and smoke it up
Dont assume I'm with the crew
We on the zoom like -brrrrr-
Hook
My bitch be bussin in the lambo
Keep speaking that mambo jambo
Perfume on deck, she take orders
Like this commando, call me Rambo.
She wit the shrooms, this is bambo
Call me the groom, gave her the passcode.
(Pass the zoot).
You know what time it is.
Chorus
Four twenty,
Four twenty,
Four twenty,
Four twenty.
Verse 2
Things be getting hot a heavy
Bodies fuckin up the seats, we getting sweaty.
I might buss in four, she'll cum in twenty.
Fill the belly up, we fuckin nice and steady.
I spray a hunnit bands and then I
Open up the womb
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