Lyrics:
gettin' by
Yeah I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
Dear hater, a playa is definitely in your radar
My bitch goes to work, she fucks me on her
picture watch my day go by
Verse 2
Bitch im blowing out smoke
This is not your average dope
Ima cope
I want smoke
Niggas got that Keisha Cole
I am from
the stress will go away with lots of commas
I smoke marijuana cause I feel the stress that's in my column
Smoke it medically but they still say they can't see
Laugh to the bank you ain't smirching
Get to the rack like I'm Irving
I'm all in this bih
All in it , All in this bih
Watch how I stick to the script
Cant
wear it
Don't put your head on my
Block cause I'll tear it
I'll do it gladly like I'm Tony (Montana)
2 in the pump call me Kyrie (Irving)
Don't make me
fries
Open your freakin' eyes
Cause blunt my grand prize
Smokin was no surprise
I'm out with my true lies
All I smell is smoke in da' air
Nuthin'
what they portray'
Survey stay the fuck out the way, my heart on display
It's broke, but it's never too late, Ayy, I just been up in the booth
Tryna get
certain groups
Because I need to accumulate the votes
To succeed in the race
For the presidency don't get a
Big head please make
Sure that your expectations
we have them mob ties
Put a fuck nigga on Fox 5
Pretty little bitch with her mouth wide
She see me pull up in that, frog eyes
Your bitch is 30
that I smoke alot and get high
Spark, spark, spark the lah
People tell me that I need to stop
Yo when it comes to the weed I ain't smoke in weeks
Only
Yo, you could get rugged, rough, hard like Luck
Bring your best rhymes and you niggas still suck
I'm slumped in a truck, with the pumps up
Comes
ready to stomp
Play these hoes like trump
get one pa** one
Disrespect poke these n****z in the eye
Wit a blunt big boy we got them D- drugs
Ain't
on a peloton
This blow is turn by turn
It's dark now my shine will come
When you make your list don't front
You better put my name in the front
No smoke without
With your mercury mouth in the missionary times
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes
And your silver cross, and your voice like
With your mercury mouth in the missionary times
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes
And your silver cross, and your voice like
My Nigga
Me And My Niggas We Break Down Roll Up Smoke Cloud Blow Donuts
We Break Down Roll Up Smoke So Much You Throw Up Your Tolerance Is Low So
wanna love a woman
Nina I can be your boyfriend
If it puts an end to all this nonsense
First time I see you in Berlin
And you don't tell me anything
Einstein
And Murman, knock down walls like Berlin
To get out, we can't get in
We can't win
We can't get out and we can't get in
We can't get out
Einstein
And Murman, knock down walls like Berlin
To get out, we can't get in
We can't win
We can't get out and we can't get in
We can't get out
on me, close yo eyes so you can't see
Yeah she sloppy, bitch you nasty, but I like her, little bit classy
Stuffed her mouth, bitch too chatty, wanna smoke
play when we come around, no we never stay dry
Come and kick it with the smoke gods and just get to rolling like snake eyes
Roll it up, yeah yeah (Yeah,
Of them has to be small, y’know!
And you’re looking for this moment where
You sit in your BMW after
All the work you’ve done and
All the accolades you get
Lopez, four kids
And I gotta take all they bad ass to ShowBiz?
Okay, get your kids, but then they got their friends
I pulled up in the Benz, they all
Lopez, four kids
And I gotta take all they bad ass to ShowBiz?
Okay, get your kids, but then they got their friends
I pulled up in the Benz, they all
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