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i smoke
check this out you better it trick
filmoe for life a grain of salt
a tiga me hate to take a loss
finikey and helifikle it aint simple
hit you with and hot nickels
the shit, make the profit
reload your thoughts, then it
come to your like cody jared
i dont these niggas can bear it
like a parrot, you the cracka
blow a hole right through back-ah
squeeze untill its an empty
my ladies lets pimp the bitch
get my up off the shelf
the car, did not click the belt
strike like an ambush, set up the
them fuckers wont come back
cause you'll get your gun back
and you'll be bullets by the mornin sun crack
4 a.m im smoken
listenin to champagne king
watchen ali dance across the
gigglen, motherfucka' countin
serve em just the tennis ball
all you had to do was
dis is how ima do em all
and my life will be the rise then fall
of the sun, of the
of the stars, cars
you need to get a bath and tar
and ask them and fly off far
but i know birds' catch no worms
and all drug dealers just they turn
top of the world is where earn
bottom of the world is they burn
me bust it off
and do shit at any cost
no of no motherfucken' big ass boss
or roll around town with a floozy
im automatic
dont trust or mechanics
or hoes that be starten static
get the ill get the cabbage
get the yacht ill rock the
like used to rock the coke
now im to go for broke
to smoke, vee to loke