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wholesale - smoke dza & the smokers club lyrics

[intro: flipp dinero]
jonny shipes
ayy
yeah, yeah
ayy
this the sh*t, i’m smoking wholesale, yeah
a lau on the beat
this the sh*t, i’m smoking wholesale, yeah

[chorus: flipp dinero]
this the sh*t, i’m smoking wholesale (sale)
stupid b*tch, she wanna f*ck up in my hotel (tel)
i be counting up these bands like i don’t know well (well)
counting bands, you can get it for the whole sell (sell)
yeah, yeah
this the sh*t, i’m smoking wholesale (sale)
stupid b*tch, she wanna f*ck up in my hotel (tel)
i be counting up these bands like i don’t know well (well)
counting bands, you can get it for the whole sell (sell)
yeah, yeah

[verse 1: flipp dinero]
this that sh*t, i’m steady trappin’, yeah, you see i’m bustin’ moves
i be counting all this chicken, i be getting to the food
n*ggas hating on the kid because they see just what i do
i can’t trust up on no b*tch that steady f*cking with the crew
yeah, yeah
i be flipping ’till i count up what i do, yeah, yeah
shawty tripping (yeah), watch me skirt off in the coupe, yeah, yeah
sipping a cup of the substance, 38 on me, you know that i’m bustin’, ayy
n*gga, that’s end of discussion, get to the money, you know i’ll be hustling, ayy
[chorus: flipp dinero & smoke dza]
this the sh*t, i’m smoking wholesale
stupid b*tch, she wanna f*ck up in my hotel
i be counting up these bands like i don’t know well
counting bands, you can get it for the whole sell
yeah, yeah
this the sh*t, i’m smoking wholesale
stupid b*tch, she wanna f*ck up in my hotel
i be counting up these bands like i don’t know well (kush god b*tch)
counting bands, you can get it for the whole sell (really?)
yeah, yeah

[verse 2: smoke dza & flipp dinero]
keep them things coming through, i ain’t low cal (ugh)
all i do is catch the package like i’m odell (ah)
sh*t, i’m plugged up on the west, i got a gold deal (really?)
thirty*two plus seventeen on the wholsale, yeah, yeah
you won’t get the numbers, you don’t leave the block (ah)
different levels here, you searching for a zip, i need a box (yeah, yeah)
sh*t, we cop so many glad bags, i should probably get some stock
kushed god, b*tch, holla at ya boy, you need some pot, right

- smoke dza the smokers club lyrics

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