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Chorus
Got me living that fast life
I think a nigg* need to slow it down
Stack my paper get in and out
know what I am talking about, yeah
Verse One
Oh, might take your golds
Oh, might take your s**t
Leave me your dope and your girl
Might pimp on that b*tch
Got a tech and I'm sprayin
Look man, huh, I'm just sayin
Cause I'm smiling and bustin
Y'all girls think that I'm playin
From the home of the trill
Cadillac and wood wheel
Bodies dropping when I'm p--p-poppin up in your grill
Give a s**t how you feel
b*tch I'm c*ckin to buck
We could fight or just bust off these slugs
I could give a fk, yeah!!
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Verse Two
High gone off that dro
b*tch nigg* what you know
So sick of being po' and tired
Then tired then po'
So get on flo'
Hoe, give me your dough
Oh catch the b-blow
From this uh forty-fo'
Me I be so tr-trill
In this C-Coupe Deville
Tr-Tryin to s-stack up a m-mill
Before I g-g-get killed
Boys snortin them hills
Girls poppin them pills
Trying to buy some la-love
In this world through dollar bills, yeah!!
Chorus
Bridge: repeat 2X
Vibe to the beat
Bust a swisha sweet
Fill it up with dro
nigg* you know
What's about to take place in this smoked out atmosphere
David Banner
All my real sing it loud
Smoke, smoke on
Get your swisha sweets nigg* and
Smoke on, smoke on
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