| New 20 puffin on a blunt of buddah smoke
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| They been talkin like they knew the dope
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| But i know they really new to dope
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| They dont know about these groupie hoes
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| Smokin sniffin up them pharmaceuticals
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| Coke stuck all in her cuticle
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| Like three straight and then go right back to the cubicle
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| Me i’m just tryna make this rubix cube
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| While everybody else is cool with the usual
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| A dark headspace feelin like im treadin water
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| The devil on my back i think he tryna make an offer
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| Lifes a pretty bitch and im just tryna get up off her
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| And fuckin bounce, bury me with an ounce
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| Bury me with a swisher
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| Snappin on you till you get the picture
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| Dont let the faceless boogeyman get ya
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| Taskforce knockin at the door we jumpin off the roof
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| Burn the place, take it to the grave if they want the proof
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| Been blazin everytime i’m in the coupe
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| A couple of bitches hit my dick and then they hit the fruit
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| My stashbox got alotta loot
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| Alotta 100s, they talk on the records but know that we run it |