| My mama she say I smoke too much
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| My own sister she say I smoke too much
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| P. Soul on the track
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| Corey Duffel, how the jeans fit
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| Stupid bitch think I give a fuck about a sneak diss
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| Eat dick or suck a nut or somethin'
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| I was growin' up wonderin' did no one give a fuck or somethin'
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| I was always off it, sniffin' M boxes and sippin' Gin untill I vomit
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| Still spittin' till the doc write me a prescription for that bomb shit
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| Tussionex, toughen up, buttercup, probably had to knuckle up to fuck with us
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| Fuck it up and get it before everyone forget it, right
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| You gotta fuck it up and get it before everyone forget it, right
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| I had to roll the dice tatted ladders 'cause the sticks lit
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| Bitch kiss my ass and lick my dick tip, fish lips, what the fuck you askin' for
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| I ain’t sleepin' days off of who knows how much Adderall
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| I ain’t eatin' 'cause the smack withdrawals
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| And add it all up you got the poster boy for everything you wanna hate
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| Still sayin' hoes that you trynna date they with me
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| Still mix the icky with the whitney
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| Still sippin' motherfuckin' kidney
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| I’m like the cool one 40 into me, still a fucking pip-squeak
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| You’re the type to get fucking jumped by some hippies
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| I don’t know why she gone and I don’t know why I am livin'
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| I don’t know why the fuck I still don’t want forgiveness
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| My mama she say I smoke too much
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| My sister she say I smoke too much
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| But I don’t think I smoke enough
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| My brother say I smoke too much
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| Fuckin' pop’s say I smoke too much
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| To be honest with you
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| But I don’t think I smoke enough
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| I probably smoke a quarter in a quarter of a day
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| A lot of things have changed but the weed always stay
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| You can see I’m a great in a body of a youngin
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| And she smokin' just like a rasta and the body, yeah I love it
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| See, I got what they coveted, trees in abundances
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| Could see we be fucking with the lean and some other shit
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| My moms was in my room so the weed I be covering
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| Cause she don’t wanna see what the weed boys in love with
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| We talking dirty then we fucking after that
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| We smokin', she blushin' she got some meeting, gotta leave and she rushin'
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| No one is mean as me muckin'
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| I got the D and she love it
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| I tell her I don’t really know but you seeing me fuckin'
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| No one believing me
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| Okay, no chain with no Jesus piece
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| OJ with the lean and trees
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| So say what you need to, G
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| No playing no more games, go play with your anus
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| And I be laughing for the show screamin' finally famous
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| Fuck it up and get it before everyone forget it, right
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| You gotta fuck it up and get it before everyone forget it, right
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| Fuck it up and get it before everyone forget it, right
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| You gotta fuck it up and get it before everyone forget it, right |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Forget It , by - Steven Moses. Song from the album 99, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп