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chalk - ​dopesmoke lyrics

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[intro]
ayy, j1, that’s flames my bro
ayy, zati, this sh*t sounds cold

[verse 1]
swing my ching, or stig that whip
no tokyo drift when the tires skid
really love my clique, get clocked and dipped
all you heard was “ouuu”, when i ripped his skin
two dotts on a ride, coming some twins
didn’t drink redbull, but he grew some wings
beefing the 6 and you’re taking a risk
if i’m talking packs then i guess we win
3 coulda died tryna link them a b*tch
in the ride bare bine and hideous chings
got caught by the guys, might die or swim
if not caught life, next time you’re p*ssed
respect my ting or respect this ching
free doublе s and vigorous dripz
still out for your blood, no south*side crips
can’t talk on clapham, they’re morе than chips

[verse 2]
smoke in the ride, i ain’t toking cig’
i’m more than down for the cause
get swiped and bored, you can eat this ching
minimum six when i plugged it in
try plug that out, you can go ask kipz
rambo tucked, i don’t know about fists
or kits get chinged tryna fight this kid
we run lambeth you get the gist
ouuu, mmm, raise that hand if you swing your ching
intention m, but am was the case
so i give it the smirk when i left that nick
ptsd when i’m in that station, praying, i don’t end up on the wing
brixton station, of course i’m p*ssed
they check out my clothes and fingerprints
clipz got bun, they were tweaking a lot
perm got dropped, they were tweaking a lot
young spesh saw life, ain’t sleeping a lot
talk on itch, are you dreaming or what?
a million opps and a million thots
all want me wrapped up in a box
my eyesight’s sh*t but it’s clear for the opps
can’t talk on upper, ‘cah they more than lost
we got beef with numerous blocks, and we put numerous opps on tops
she’s mad at me ‘cah t1’s gone, by the grace of god, why your boy got dropped?
smoke on opps, damp down tops, put holes in your clothes like you’re wearing crocs
they can’t go to the local shops, ‘cah we tape off the local shops
me in the ride that’s a one way trip
don’t trip, you’re p*ssed if i get there first
i’m p*ssed ‘cah my friend got birded
you’re p*ssed ‘cah your friends in a he*rs*
it hurts ‘cah they didn’t wanna claim that nerd
what’s worse is that i warned him before he turned merch
how many yutes got put in the dirt?
get burst for rhyming offensive words
i can’t tell you which ones worse
in my opinion, the drive is cursed
stuttz got burst
blackz got burst
and one’s still stuck in the dirt
disperse when gangdem’s out on lurks
lil man got 99 pace, it’s fake, so we call him fitnessfirst
any sign for clapham costs you a he*rs*
evil thoughts and devilish swords
get caught by the guys, bet we turn that corpse
he got hit with .4’s, thank lord that he didn’t outline in chalk
i think about solly when i take that walk
astaghfirullah, i can’t f*ck with pork
i talk that talk and i walk that walk
if i talk on clapham, it might get awks

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