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looks (featuring doc kollins) - smoke skreezy lyrics

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yeah

blottivaded

game so cold, got me smokin h-lla cooks
wasn’t for this weed, need some money on my books
i’m just tryna live but i always been a crook
my b-tch bad but i ain’t with her for the looks
game so cold, got me smokin h-lla cooks
wasn’t for this weed, need some money on my books
i’m just tryna live but i always been a crook
my b-tch bad but i ain’t with her for the looks

yeah
cruising traps all through the map
got caught moving packs
i bet you would rat
but me
i never thought of doing that
i just hit my lawyer
post the bail
then boom i’m back
(i’m back b-tch)
acid tabs in the back of cl-ss
still wondering, how the f-ck they p-ssed my -ss
hardcore
cactus jack
and i put you in a box
this a casket match
son you like i’m liston
b-tch you need to sit and listen
f-ckin up the vision baby
f-ck up out my business
m-th-f-ck the system b-tch
i get it how i’m living
seeking out the wisdom
yeah baby
i’m tripping trippin
and i do as i say so
gimme gimme all the bankroll
gotta stack like i’m bezos
and i need my case closed
cuz the

game so cold, got me smokin h-lla cooks
wasn’t for this weed, need some money on my books
i’m just tryna live but i always been a crook
my b-tch bad but i ain’t with her for the looks
game so cold, got me smokin h-lla cooks
wasn’t for this weed, need some money on my books
i’m just tryna live but i always been a crook
my b-tch bad but i ain’t with her for the looks

i’m a hard act to follow
i’m adonis
i’m apollo
see the creed?
swha
i’m a g-o-d (god!)
see a bad little b-tch tell her ven aqui (mira mami)
big bands on the field
this the sec
n-gga balled like kap just a sob
n-ggas say they trapping they just capping
(you ain’t trappin!)
boy you know the faction
ain’t no lackin!
(ain’t no lackin!)
these white hoes poppin xannies
lookin like i won a grammy
thang on my hip
walkin like i pulled a hammy
never do my dogs like tony did manny
(not my dogs)
sippin heem like f-ck i need a liver for?
loud pack got me in this b-tch before i hit the door
i triple bread like big macs
this big mac push ya wig back
shwali with the tropicana
clip banana
hit the hammer
f-ckin round with f-ckarounds don’t f-ckaround
that rocky road, let thotiana buss it down

game so cold, got me smokin h-lla cooks
wasn’t for this weed, need some money on my books
i’m just tryna live but i always been a crook
my b-tch bad but i ain’t with her for the looks
game so cold, got me smokin h-lla cooks
wasn’t for this weed, need some money on my books
i’m just tryna live but i always been a crook
my b-tch bad but i ain’t with her for the looks

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