| Smug Mang, I’m a Smug God
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| Smug Mang, I’m a Smug God
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| Smug Mang, Smug Mang
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| I’m a Smug God
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| Smug Mang, Smug Mang
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| I’m a Smug God
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| I’m a Smug God
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| I’m a. |
| Smug God
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| Smug Mang is Smug God
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| Smug Music get on point never too lost
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| All my homies, all my homies we beat the bars
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| Wake up in the morning pour me up some more Tuss'
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| And I’m feelin' them Xans from last night
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| Rapper drug addict party in every night
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| Is this my life? |
| Is this my life?
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| This can’t be right, I’m not livin' right
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| But when I’m gone off the Tuss I feel so right
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| I’ll be alright, 'cause I always have my own back
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| First car I ever drove it was Cadillac
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| And I’m just like Snoop, smoke till I got cataracts
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| They ask «what that gold rollie cost?» |
| I’m like
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| «Hundred racks, hundred racks» but I be humble so
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| Homie, relax, come to Sasne for that work, low tax
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| Or your bitch ass get jacked, bet on that
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| I be fucked up right now, bet you know that
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| Smug Lord, Smug God, I been that
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| When I had nobody these bars were all I had |