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bag bag - lostinthesmoke lyrics

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hook:
cherry c0ke on the scene red eyes diamond t–th
double cup this is lean them other guys sippin green
missing bae on the road understand i f-ck these hoes
she ain’t worried bout another just make sure l wear a rubber
junkies want what i got high as moon smoking rocks
b-tch put blonde in her hair she a super saiyan thot
private party on the yatch drop the pin it’s a lock
punching bricks not ah clock i don’t fly with a flock
do dirt on my own speaking codes on the phone
lee-me lone when i’m stoned cover 3 i’m in my zone
i was selling dog food trapping out the pet store
every day the cash rule b-tches to me number four
money break the bank f-ck them n-ggas that you bang with
yo b-tch will get yank around me you tuck your chain in
set you up with b-tch and mona lisa your whole sh-t
i can’t quit till my pockets sooo unfit

verse:
i commit won’t submit
i am legend will smith my iron low anemic
looking for my target p-ss the spliff like a b-tch
i’ll try love when im rich i f-ck her once then i switch
i need a queen not a b-tch

chain on me hace frio
tryinna not get with the rico
exactly why i don’t f-ck with people
from a distant facing blunts of diesel

n-ggas mad mad cause i’m bout a bag bag
never back back fo fo back back
get off track track train collision that crash
i got the gas gas f-ck a blunt we gas mask

can’t be humble from the jungle battle boots when i step
pack on tumble cookie crumble cocaine lines with john depp
quick to rumble never fumble the bag i pro text
a-k seven mac eleven with the d-ck on erect

hook:
cherry c0ke on the scene red eyes diamond t–th
double cup this is lean them other guys sippin green
missing bae on the road understand i f-ck these hoes
she ain’t worried bout another just make sure l wear a rubber
junkies want what i got high as moon smoking rocks
b-tch put blonde in her hair she a super saiyan thot
private party on the yatch drop the pin it’s a lock
punching bricks not ah clock i don’t fly with a flock
do dirt on my own speaking codes on the phone
lee-me lone when i’m stoned cover 3 i’m in my zone
i was selling dog food trapping out the pet store
every day the cash rule b-tches to me number four
money break the bank f-ck them n-ggas that you bang with
yo b-tch will get yank around me you tuck your chain in
set you up with b-tch and mona lisa your whole sh-t
i can’t quit till my pockets sooo unfit

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