Stephen A Smith
Baby Kenny
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Yea You know what I'm saying man it's Planet Boot 2 bra If you not high right now, if you not fried and you sober? Don't listen to this joint bra it's not for you 808 Lang onna beat nigga Yea haha, lessgetit The only thing that I can fail is a drug test The shit that I sip is dirtier than incest I roll up a jay when I'm bout to get dressed All of my niggas solid like an armrest This the zotti I can tell by the smell Serving them junkies out by the Shell And I swear to God bro being sober It doesn't make sense like an empty wishing well (Haha) I got some shooters on go I think I did too much LSD I'm moving so slow! I'm tryna do me a show Bad bitch foreign she invite me to her Château My jays do damage like The Sith I just wanna go to sleep but I'm tripping like shit Sobriety is a myth Light up a jay I get high and watch Stephen A Smith The za put me in a box General Mills Used to be fucked up off them pills Every weekend a nigga be high on the hills I don't want the Wockhardt if I don't see the seal Uh, this shit got me stuck I'm wordless These niggas still ask me to match, it's worthless! The clip so long it can hang a shower curtain I'm making a big play Plaxico Burress Uh, I stay with the drip like an IV I feel like The Joker you niggas can't stop me My hands keep shaking bro this the super zotti Being high it's my personality not a hobby 808 Lang on the beat get to kranking this shit so I snap, no filter My brain inna twist like the end of Thriller My zotti so frosty it's matching the winter If I can't get high nothing else matters The junkies know I'm throwing zips Matt Stafford Told a bitch I need my own space no matter That shit was a bar not talking bout a tavern I be high by myself I do it for my health And the shit that I smoke is top shelf She just want my money I told her farewell I be checking the plug's ETA like a hotel The only thing that I can fail is a drug test The shit that I sip is dirtier than incest I roll up a jay when I'm bout to get dressed All of my niggas solid like an armrest This the zotti I can tell by the smell Serving them junkies out by the Shell And I swear to God bro being sober It doesn't make sense like an empty wishing well (Haha) I got some shooters on go I think I did too much LSD I'm moving so slow! I'm tryna do me a show Bad bitch foreign she invite me to her Château My jays do damage like The Sith I just wanna go to sleep but I'm tripping like shit Sobriety is a myth Light up a jay I get high and watch Stephen A Smith
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