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smoke - bchillz lyrics

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catching the flights ain’t catching no feelings you f*ckin with me then you catching the smoke

yea

f*ckin with me then you catching the smoke

yea

[chorus] x2
catching the flights ain’t catching no feelings you f*ckin with me then you catching the smoke
i hit your shawty a lotta positions she see me in public she calling me bro
you know i’m trappin the fiftys and hunnids i’m stacking my bread so you n*ggas is toast
get to the money they look at me funny cause n*ggas is broke as a joke
yea

[verse 1]
business class with my feet up,sorry mom i didn’t go to college
i get the bag and i stack it with notes

i told my teachеr i’m ready to go

spittin that fire i rap on the stovе

drown in the drip but i’m staying afloat

high as a b*tch but i smoke on the low

soon as i’m cumin that b*tch gotta go
yea

i stay the same i need me a stylist cause a n*gga never changing

flippin this sh*t i’m on my grind like a n*gga still skating

i need a doctor i need a doctor cause a n*gga been patient

i want the ms and ms

mmmmm hmmmm

where the money at i go
cause i ain’t going back being broke

look at my heart it’s cold

look at my wrist it’s froze

got my phone on dnd don’t f*ck with n*ggas no no

please don’t ever think of callin unless you callin me goat

yea

[chorus] x2
catching the flights ain’t catching no feelings you f*ckin with me then you catching the smoke
i hit your shawty a lotta positions she see me in public she calling me bro
you know i’m trappin the fiftys and hunnids i’m stacking my bread so you n*ggas is toast
get to the money they look at me funny cause n*ggas is broke as a joke
yea

feds pull up then ima hit the gas

i’m allergic to the blue lights

controlling the trap like a got a remote

i heard you cappin you say you a goat
taking your girl i ain’t taking a joke

i’m in her pants i am not in her phone

smelling like money she like my cologne

fa fa

that is dior

ice on me i drip like water

she f*ck good that’s me i taught her

told that b*tch don’t take no pictures

sip that lean don’t want no liquor

your sh*t sick but my sh*t sicker

last name millie first name not richard

plug call me that mean i’m richer

i’m wit ye that mean i’m jigga

don’t got a jet
how come i’m flyer than all of my pilot friends

don’t speak no french
look at the drip it’s coming from paris france

i’m in a class not in a school you got it we in the benz

i’m in a class not in a school you got it we in a the benz

[chorus] x2
catching the flights ain’t catching no feelings you f*ckin with me then you catching the smoke
i hit your shawty a lotta positions she see me in public she calling me bro
you know i’m trappin the fiftys and hunnids i’m stacking my bread so you n*ggas is toast
get to the money they look at me funny cause n*ggas is broke as a joke
yea

- bchillz lyrics

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