| Smokin' on the chronic leaf now, oh
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| They just wanna turn me down, oh
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| Ayy, ayy, I came on two blunts of that lethal chronic
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| Did what I had to do for economic
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| Don’t know what this life would be like without it
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| But you know that they try to doubt us
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| And they just wanna turn me down, oh
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| But that shit never work out, oh
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| Hey, 'cause I’m smokin' on that big bag, drop the top
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| The Lamborghini push start, then it stop
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| Posted at the hotel, we travel a lot
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| Promise that I won’t tell, we gon' flood the block
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| They ain’t answer
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| So I kicked down the door, you know they see me knockin'
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| My jeans ain’t Balmain, but we still be robbin'
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| Ain’t from Chicago, we got nothin' in common
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| So let me know if it’s gon' be a problem
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| We turnin' up 'cause we be on lots of dope
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| Last time I checked, she was in it for the coke
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| These days, women got a different type of motives
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| I’m twenty-four, but this here a forty
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| And I’m screamin', they can’t turn me down, oh
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| 'cause that shit never work out, oh
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| Yeah, I came on two big old blunts of that loud shit
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| Every time I hit the scene, change the outfit
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| Don’t know what this life would be like without it
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| But you know that they try to doubt us
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| I’m smokin' on that chronic leaf now, oh
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| They just wanna turn me down (oh)
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| Ayy, but this shit is goin' up
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| This shit should be called «deaf,» that’s lethal chronic
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| Did what I had to do for economics
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| Sixteen years old, dime bag stuffed in my wallet
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| We can’t cut no deals, we tryna turn a profit
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| Left out the spot, I got jays on my phone now
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| I got a knot, it get head like my own
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| Workin' so much, all my hoes startin' to trip, yeah
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| So please don’t call me up, I’m tryna get it, yeah
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| She got no business runnin' up the minutes, this shit no gimmick
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| Should’ve set up shop in New Orleans, he ain’t got no limits
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| Man, y’all play too much, I’m over-scrimmaged
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| They won’t let us in the door, all we want is spinach
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| Yeah, bitch, I got jays on my phone, brr, brr
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| Have to answer when they call (ayy)
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| And I got that forty on me, we don’t like to brawl, (ayy)
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| And I’m in her mouth so much, she done broke her jaw, yeah
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| Ayy, I came on two blunts of that lethal chronic
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| Did what I had to do for economic
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| Don’t know what this life would be like without it
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| But you know that they try to doubt us
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| Smokin' on the chronic leaf now, oh
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| They just wanna turn me down, yeah, oh
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| I’m smokin' on that chronic leaf now |