Surf's Up
Smokey Bear
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Smokey! Said I wouldn't make it, lost count of my haters F*ck my old friends told me I wouldn't make it Countin this paper lost count of my haters My life been real ugly it still was amazing Popping champagne every week an occasion I leveled up now I feel elevated, hit my bro Swisha to check on the babies Fam over everything it ain't no trading, gotcha girl on her knees like she was praying Uh, B*tch I'm ya savior! B*tch I'ma slayer Knock yo b*tch down like Laila, Why you keep trying to save her? I do this sh*t by myself so why the f*ck I need a label? Im independent forreal I think thats why they really hate me Surf's up I'm really wavy, I really need a vacation Cause all my b*tches drive me crazy, when you got too many it's hard to tame em Ain't it? My lil b*tch tote a hammer in a purse, Yo girl go to the gram when she hurt I'ma hit the Grammy's smokin purp! F*ck my old friends told me I wouldn't make it Countin this paper lost count of my haters My life been real ugly it still was amazing Popping champagne every week an occasion I leveled up now I feel elevated, hit my bro Swisha to check on the babies Fam over everything it ain't no trading, gotcha girl on her knees like she was praying Surf's up I'm really wavy, I really need a vacation Cause all my bitches drive me crazy, when you got too many it's hard to tame em Ain't it? My lil b*tch tote a hammer in a purse, Yo girl go to the gram when she hurt I'ma hit the Grammy's smokin purp! Can't rock with no woman who lazy, get fellatio from yo old lady I been havin b*tch's from Vegas... I'm the sh*t in my own toilet just face it, b*tch I'ma beast ate the beat gave it rabies Yo boyfriend a hater he stay perpetratin' bust that boy noodle and then call him Ramen I'm always grinding you might see me skatin', boy you fell off like fat albert you fading These rappers want the recipe to my flavor southern country bear might eat some gator Say she ain't gone f*ck me less we datin'... left me in shock like a taser Told that b*tch gone do something creative...before you start f*cking my day up F*ck my old friends told me I wouldn't make it Countin this paper lost count of my haters My life been real ugly it still was amazing Popping champagne every week an occasion I leveled up now I feel elevated, hit my bro Swisha to check on the babies Fam over everything it ain't no trading, gotcha girl on her knees like she was praying Surf's up I'm really wavy, I really need a vacation Cause all my bitches drive me crazy, when you got too many it's hard to tame em Ain't it? My lil bitch tote a hammer in a purse, Yo girl go to the gram when she hurt I'ma hit the Grammy's smokin purp!
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