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conversations.value: Write me a song called Reefer Party with the following description: Wiz and Taylor Gang rappers Chevy Woods and Neako drop 16’s over the beat of Grove St. Party, by Waka Flocka Flame Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
  Thousand pounds of weed
  Ridin' in my car so fast I won't turn down the speed
  Them hoes dont use they feet no more, they break down to their knees
  And suck me like a king
  Rosé in my champagne glass and diamonds in my ring
  Uh, roll some, thats your bitch on my dick
  I might let her hold something
  You niggas smoking sevens I'mma need a whole onion, whole youngin, oh
  Same ones that hate, same ones that tag along
  No Blackberry, too many lame niggas call my phone
  Call me world wide Wiz cause I’m never home
  Ever leave me round your bitch I’mma get her stoned
  And you know that I rock camos and brought fros back
  And go download some of my old track
  And go play somewhere there’s hoes at
  Fucking high, and you down there where them lows at
  Gettin tired of hearing my flow jacked
  Go head hand me a joint, you can't roll that
  [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
  I got a whole lot of OGs, and
  I’m rolling up for anyone in here that knows me
  Everybody smoking, yea it's a party, oh, its a party
  Everybody smoking papers, nobody smoking blunts
  Bitches rolling weed and my niggas fucked up
  Yea it's a party, oh, it's a party [Verse 2: Chevy Woods]
  Quarter pound of that sour, thats four days on tour
  Sleeping on how we smoke, see all these pillows on this floor
  Every state we score, fill those papers they be raw
  Look like a piece of chalk in my hand
  But I ain't writing on the chalkboard
  And I heard its a party, its a party its a party but I’m cool
  Them niggas smoking garbage, I’m no fool
  We give 5 j’s out half zips? Nigga thats really smoking
  Ain't enough weed up in that swisha to get you high, you joking
  Niggas claim that they be high, they be hella low
  When they gang up in the building you gon’ smell that sour smoke
  I could get that shit from my backyard, go pick it out myself
  Yellow light let me slow it down, niggas need some help
  28 ain't enough you need more
  All this weed over here, thats 1 weed jar
  When them planes get the flying, niggas wanna part
  Smoking crash with the plane, Amelia Earhart
  [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
  I got a whole lot of OGs, and
  I’m rolling up for anyone in here that knows me
  Everybody smoking, yea it's a party, oh, its a party
  Everybody smoking papers, nobody smoking blunts
  Bitches rolling weed and my niggas fucked up
  Yea it's a party, oh, it's a party [Verse 3: Neako]
  What I smoke in one day, these niggas dont smoke in one week
  Riding round and its just me, Pepsi can, playing that Bun B
  Gotta smoke that dope on the run with me, comfortably, I’m smoking weed
  Doing speeds, who with me, probably a chick from TMZ
  I make her roll like two or three, let her smoke and feel the breeze
  Ya’ll chip in on a half a zip, counting grams, saving weed
  Average shit, it was us just smoking out in NY
  Swear to GOD we let ten fly, thats ten planes with ten guys
  Nine smoke, meaning someone left without his mind pot
  Planes Continental, flights nonstop
  You get some zips, well get some P’s
  Smoke your spliffs around your bitch, tell me how does she breath
  Perfect planes, we call them G6′s
  And its just me chilling, me and three bitches
  Rolling up its cool, come take this bong rip
  Pack this bold straight dope, make your lungs rip