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smoke. - b.the great lyrics

[verse 1]
slick, off top, my mind mopped, i’m rick rolling foes
saying that when the alb-m drops, i’ll quit
and get a job at a domino’s
last fall, in mexico, i was adios, and planned
to overdose on oxyprofen, and snort it
darker than the devil speaking monotone
lost enough madness, to smack f-ggots with ripped
tennis rackets, arrow bows h-t they shirley temple
stuff there belongings in a rental mattress
and wrap it like rabbits in madras, i’m sapless
and my flow is standing out and off walls
and rappers are like hannah montana’s -ss, or not straight
like the f-g was backless, if i ran government, getting off is
is on my list offed, and hat less like jews at a funeral
cash grabbing b-st-rd, i will keep staying scabrous
on and off the atlas, the world spins
and i’m laughing, and the stock keeps packing
why your tapped, i’ll keep flipping the feds off
blasting “harvest” it’s that time for tyler, the creator
to discover the underrated bar p-sser, alexander, n-gg-

[chorus]
them n-gg-s don’t want smoke [x2]
i k!ll, what else to provoke
i’ll still be selling this coat
them n-gg-s don’t want smoke [x2]
i smoke the dope, but you choked
i don’t tell no joke, f-ggot [x2]

[verse 2]
ummm, live what i write n-gg-
sun rays, i’m ultra violent, how hot i spit lava
spit, and split sick slick scripted sh-t off the wish list
so n-gg-s will stop asking what’s this sh-t
b-tch, this is real rap, motherf-ckers don’t want no of that
but i’ll say some sh-t, in my song, about f-gs and n-gg-s get mad
now in fact, why the f-ck you n-gg-s cracking
like whips that ain’t done in the shop
stop trying to watch, my flow don’t tick tock
like a fake rolex, and the p-ssy stay tight
like the eyes off brock, and i stay kicking gluteus maximus
in a m-ssive capacity of strategy, and m-ss a catastrophe
and theoretically my profane, gain for no rap humanity
is outstandingly causing cavities and dramatically giving fatalities
to f-ggots who can’t stand my mental alchemy
throw logic off of the balcony
guns in knife fights, joust with me
clashing back, no smoke intact
when i’m cl-ss clowning this cl-ss acting sh-t

[hook]

- b the great lyrics

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