| I told 'em hold up, got this weed to roll up
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| Hate when people in my business, told my mother keep my door shut
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| She telling me to slow up, told myself to pour up
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| Man, I’m half way through this bottle, I’m just hoping I don’t throw up
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| Convince myself it’s helping, but I know it’s only hurting me
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| Certain thoughts of uncertainty seem to give me an urgency to get bent
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| Another swig up out this bottle then I bounce
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| Hold up, I’m back inside, I left my keys up on the couch
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| Mom shouting every time it smell like weed I’m in the house
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| I reply, you don’t want me here then kick a nigga out, yeah
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| Tryna avoid the argument
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| Hit the front door, jump in my homie crib
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| Rolled a blunt and sparked the shit
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| Caught in a fork behind the tints, we creeping through the streets
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| Speakers booming, heat on in case we run into police
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| Girl buzzing me, thinking another bitch between my sheets
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| Guess she don’t know involvement cheese the only time I cheat
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| King of my time, because I’m working while these niggas sleep
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| On my grind with these rhymes, ain’t got a cut in some weeks
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| Hustle like a motherfucker trapping
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| But I’m just tryna get a mil' off this rapping
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| Get a mil' off this rapping
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| On my hustle you’d think a lil nigga trapping
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| Yeah, tryna get a mil' off this, yeah, yeah, yeah so… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Asteroids , by - Da$h. Song from the album Caveman Files, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп