| We gon' fuck around and get Wiz Khalifa on this bitch
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| Probably the only one that could keep up
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| I smoke 'til I can’t, I’m covered in dank
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| I just left out of California, came to fuck up the bank
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| And I got the jewelry on me and it’s wet like the paint
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| And I ain’t claim to be a saint, I think I’m everything they ain’t
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| I smoke 'til I can’t, whoa, I smoke 'til I can’t
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| Yeah, I smoke 'til I can’t
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| I got the jewelry on me and it’s drippin' in dank
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| And I just pulled up to the bank, and I ain’t claim to be a saint
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| I smoke 'til I can’t, yeah, in the kitchen and it’s Taysty
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| She put so many drugs in the blunt that I nickname her Lacy
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| And I ain’t out chasin' a high, man, a high finna chase me
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| I’m blowin' kush like the AC, move too many, man, the plug gotta pace me
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| Don’t play with my paper, I’m only gon' shop if it’s full
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| You a bitch and you don’t even do all the shit that you want, hey
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| I get that bread by the loaf, said I’ma hit up the coast, left and came back in
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| a ghost
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| You can’t decide if you love her or not, never had that type debate with the
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| knots
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| I got that Glock on my waist while I’m smokin', I ain’t finna box
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| Yeah, and I got a car full of bops, and I’m ridin' on the opps
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| And I’m, and I’ma work my lil wrist, give 'em somethin' to watch
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| Yeah, and I can’t fuck with you if you would fuck with the cops
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| I smoke 'til I can’t, I’m covered in dank
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| I just left out of California, came to fuck up the bank
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| I got the jewelry on me and it’s drippin' in paint
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| And I ain’t claim to be a saint, and I’m everything they ain’t
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| I smoke 'til I can’t, I smoke 'til I can’t
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| Yeah, whoa, I smoke 'til I can’t
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| Yeah, I smoke 'til I can’t
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| Whoa, yeah, yeah
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| Ayy, Weezy left the family
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| All I used to bump was Weezy back in the Camry, damn
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| They don’t see me break a sweat, they never understand me
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| Yeah, but I got ultimate faith in myself, you a Plan B
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| I work from LA to Miami, life a beach, shit, I love when it’s sandy
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| Yeah, and I got too many bitches and y’all busy scramblin'
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| I go and make me a profit and spend it on gamblin'
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| I’m in the streets, the music industry shady, whoa
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| Just did a 180, they talk about me 'cause I signed up with Baby
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| I got a problem gettin' to the money, I’ma pull up on somebody, tell 'em to pay
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| me
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| Get it out the mud, get a thousand pills, clients mad 'cause I ain’t sellin'
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| 'em lately
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| Lookin' at my wrist, lookin' at my bitch, people really underestimate me
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| I be myself and let the press debate me, they love me broke, I think it’s best
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| they hate me
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| When I hit the strip in Vegas, feelin' like I’m 2Pac, they wanna decimate me
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| I fuck her and don’t even try, and I still impress her, baby
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| Whoa, I’m smokin' on broccoli
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| I go to sleep on top of the money with two girls on top of me
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| I smoke 'til I can’t, I smoke 'til I can’t
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| I just left out of California with a car full of dank
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| I got the jewelry on me and it’s wet like the paint
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| And I ain’t claim to be a saint, bitch, I’m everything they ain’t
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| I smoke 'til I can’t, I smoke 'til I can’t
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| Yeah, whoa, I smoke 'til I can’t
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| Yeah, yeah, I smoke 'til I can’t
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| Yeah, I smoke 'til I can’t
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| We preach peace and love and tolerance, but we don’t act on it. |
| We say that
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| this world is going to a shithole, but we are the reason why, because we do not
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| accept others and their differences. |
| We say we do, but our actions speak a lot
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| louder than our words |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Smoke Til I Can't , by - Caskey. Song from the album Generation, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп