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100 Years In The Duffle Lyrics - Artist : Smoke DZA
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Turn me up some Turn the music up Yeah [?] Uh Narcotics, whole lotta heat like Dragić I'm in the streets like for real, you blog it I put a bag on your head like a hostage Got it (Uh), hate a grown man that gossip (Uh) Give 'em my old swag, they gon' jock it I left that in 2012 with foamposites Put the Bugatti frames on my eyelids (Woo) Playa nigga, no polish (Woo) Her box is mean, no mileage She'll hold it down in my knowledge (Uh) Real ones move in silence Lucid dreams, back with my [?] [?] G from the pilot His TP, owe me a solid Scoop my young joints from a college Her and her girlfriend lit (And her girlfriend lit), I let 'em both split the pole I told you bad luck don't exist (Bad luck don't exist) I made enough off the flip (Uh) You got fucked off the bricks (Uh) Off point chasin' pussy (Really) Nigga, I stuck hush the bitch Power of the flower (Uh) Value of the dollar Loyalty kept me in situations Common sense she took me out of My cousin made a mill off Arizona Back in the 90s Chucks was Eddie Bauer I'm talkin' pre-9/11, before the planes hit the towers I get the bread and break it with my people I'm high in the bitch, just look at my pupils My young nigga beat you, I let him abuse you These niggas is little bitches like they poodles [?] came from Ramen noodles I be outside, you at home watchin' Hulu For fifty blue hunnids my young nigga'll shoot you If you gettin' money I gotta salute you There's a lot of aroma, no college diploma Packs from Arizona, we brothers like zoners Just hit your bitch, caught the neck, that's a bonus Yeah, that bitch bad on the 'gram, but she homeless Bracin' that Nissan, ballin' like Keyshawn I hit the bitch and I throw her the peace sign Fiends always hit me whenever they need some I told her to hit up a friend for that threesome (Lord) Pull up to the check, it's nothin' on my neck AB in my sweats (Cash), I don't want nothin' but a check Harlem nigga, what the fuck did you expect? (Got me) Big horses on my chest (Pop), pop champagne corks all in the vest (Shit) I'm from the side of town where niggas ride around, make you a mural if you flex We don't do the disrespect (Nuh-uh) Don't give a fuck who was in your set Shooters at your neck, blues give me a check (Bandits) Got that '92 [?] Kobe vest under I'ma keep gettin' this loaf 'til next summer Just like I did last winter 'cause I'm that nigga (Ah) Trap nigga turned rap nigga (Facts) And I passed on shorty, got her friend 'cause her ass bigger (Yeah, Lord) Cash getter, he put together the play like a coach I'm the hitter in CMG with the thang in the coat Oh, you pickin' your favorite, I'll make an arrangement with the coach She said she could swallow the whole thing and then she choke, woah (Uh) The hardest [?] findin' me is harder than findin' Nemo Now all the trolls tryna clock me like Chino [?] nigga, get a brick like he Deebo I'ma pull up in all black, I ain't emo Your man's a fiend, he could sniff a whole kilo But I ain't trippin' Work was unreal, now that's science fiction They ain't even realized that the guy was missin' Alchemist totin' full metal, aye, go get the shovel, I'm through being mellow with you Nigga, you dance and your broadie upstairs so I guess they gon' meet up in Heaven with you Have a issue, got a calculater You a dark knight, then I'ma douse you later Old games, yo, without the SEGA I need 5 G's like I got the data Yeah, yeah, bitch |
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