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angel dust - smokingskul lyrics

[intro]
huh?
phew

[chorus]
these n*ggas fake crazy smokin’ angel dust (p*ssy ass n*ggas)
if you don’t got sticks then you can’t hang with us
i’m givin’ up pepto and the tuss’
i’m waitin’ for smoke like you do the bus
these n*ggas be rap n*ggas, ludacris
i did so much dirt, i don’t know who to trust
aye, opps wanna catch me so bad like candice
that n*gga bread where his hand is
what? i’m mad as f*ck, i know he can’t stand this
i’m wearin’ snakes for some sandals, yeah
i ain’t waldo, it ain’t hard to find
all my n*ggas in here got a homi’
undercover not no abercrombie
when i’m in the cut, n*ggas fast like ghandhi

[verse]
aye, what?
press a n*gga like command
option with the mac
i was in melrose, n*ggas ain’t do jack
i got yo’ best stеppers on a shoe rack
yeah, what? walk with a stick likе i ain’t involved
walk with a desi’ on the revolve’
all black like we startin’ a cult
that ain’t spice, n*gga, that’s pepper and salt
i got dior cologne, this ain’t axe
i got some sh*t you can’t find at saks
what? mama said, “boy, stop doing them blacks”
mask on, til’ this day, i ain’t get the vax’
i got the undercover, not no slacks
i do my dirt then i hide the tracks
yeah, louie pouch can’t fit all these bands (boy, f*ck you, n*gga)
i got real shooters, you can look up they stats (f*ck you, n*gga)

- smokingskul lyrics

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