| Smokin' on finest shit
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| Guess who?
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| Smokin' on finest shit
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| Guess who?
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| Smokin' on finest shit
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| Guess who?
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| Smokin' on finest shit
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| Guess who?
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| Smokin' on finest shit
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| Guess who?
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| Smokin' on finest shit
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| Guess who?
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| Molly mixed up with them Xannies, I eat 'em like candy
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| Guess who?
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| Shit got me cranky, resemblance to Jesus uncanny
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| Guess who?
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| I’m in the alley, just smoking a fatty of dope
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| Guess who?
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| Now I’m in the valley gettin' my dick sucked by a hoe
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| Guess who—?
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| You know how that go
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| I’m from the land of the low lives, rather just die and have no life
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| Scrappin' up scraps just to get by, beggin' on corners to get high
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| Poppin' on somas, I’m too fried, bitches wan' fuck, but I’m too tired
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| We run from the cops, keep your shoes tied
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| Got that nine on me, bitch, don’t you even try
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| Smokin' on finest shit
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| Guess who?
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| Smokin' on finest shit
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| Guess who?
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| Smokin' on finest shit
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| Guess who?
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| Smokin' on finest shit
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| Guess who?
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| Slow ridin' with the windows up, that’s the way I like the strut
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| Slow ridin' when the temp' goes up, that’s the way I like to fuck
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| Smoke a fuckin' whole blunt, then ash in the nut
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| Bitch, I’ll roll another up, what you want lil' slut?
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| Hoe, they call me Yung Mutt, dead pimp with that ruby wrist
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| I’m ducking in the cut, don’t show my face when I’m in public
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| I love to tag a toe and steal a motherfucker’s plug and dip
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| And then I purchase every single motherfucking drug
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| And flip 'em for a triple profit
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| Triple six until I’m covered up with bugs up in my fucking coffin
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| Smokin' on finest shit
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| Guess who?
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| Smokin' on finest shit
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| Guess who? |