| Lighting stog after stog, I choke on the smoke
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| They tell me to quit, don't listen what I'm told
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| They help me forget that this world is so cold
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| I don't even know what I'm chasin' no more
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| Tell me what I want, just keep searchin' on
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| It's never enough, cup after cup
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| Blunt after blunt, I wouldn't give one if I could find a fuck
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| Ha, ha, ha, uh, in the cut and I put that on my momma
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| And my bitch called talkin' 'bout some drama
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| I swear there ain't no time for women on the come up
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| It's either pussy or the commas
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| Man, I just wanna go flex
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| Gold on my teeth and on my neck
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| And I'm stone cold with the flex
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| With my squad and I'm smokin' up a check
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| Man, I just wanna go flex
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| Gold on my teeth and on my neck
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| And I'm stone cold with the flex
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| With my squad and I'm smokin' up a check
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| Uh, yeah, push the gas, get a motherfuckin' nose bleed
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| She ain't never met a youngin' do it like me
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| She got a man but she says she really like me
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| She doin' things to excite me
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| She sendin' all her friends snaps of my new tracks
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| 'Cause all these hoes know what's about to come next
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| I hit my plug up, got the paper connect
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| I drop a couple bands I just wanna go
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| Man, I just wanna go flex
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| Gold on my teeth and on my neck
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| And I'm stone cold with the flex
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| With my squad and I'm smokin' up a check
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| Man, I just wanna go flex
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| Gold on my teeth and on my neck
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| And I'm stone cold with the flex
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| With my squad and I'm smokin' up a check
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| Knowing all of this, it just don't make a difference
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| I'm just talking shit to the ones that'll listen
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| I come with the heat man, I swear I'm never missing
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| And I'm still the same and I swear I'm never switching
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| Knowing all of this, it just don't make a difference
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| I'm just talking shit to the ones that'll listen
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| I come with the heat man, I swear I'm never missing
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| And I'm still the same and I swear I'm never switching
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| Man, I just wanna go flex
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| Gold on my teeth and on my neck
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| And I'm stone cold with the flex
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| With my squad and I'm smokin' up a check
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| Man, I just wanna go flex
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| Gold on my teeth and on my neck
|
| And I'm stone cold with the flex
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| With my squad and I'm smokin' up a check
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| Ooh, man, I just wanna go flex
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| Gold on my teeth and on my neck
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| And I'm stone cold with the flex, yeah
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| Ice cold with the flex
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| Haha, that shit hard |