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cheese - tokes lyrics

[intro]
yea
yea, yea
yea, yea
stay young
let it run, jackson

[verse 1: tokes]
n-ggas be talking that sh-t, huh (shhh)
i eat that up like a piranha (ahh)
hot like a sleep in a sauna, fly like i could be a pilot
cheese cheddar mozzarella provolone
whipping that green paint corrola
dolo tokes he be riding alone (skrrt)
roll that vanilla, put it in a cone
smoke to the face til im all in my zone
gripping the wheel, i pick up my phone
call up a new b-tch, i’m on my way home (h-llo?)
she met me at home
i’m smelling like strong
ain’t spray no cologne
she drop to her knees and get straight to the dome
still on her knees and she begging to bone; no
i’m an -ssh0l- girl don’t try me
potent flow, no iv
strong kush, no dry weed
hit this sh-t thrice or til my eyes bleed
its no blood sh-t, its no crip sh-t
its no gang sh-t, its no set banging
just some real n-ggas and some bad hoes
no lynching, straight hanging
phone plank on that tabletop
gotta focus on this come up, come up
n-gga come up, come up
run up you get done up, n-gga
hustle hard from sundown til sun up, n-gga
i’m the next to run this pride sh-t
watch me hold my son up (son up)
spittin’ that waka la flame
no i can not be contained
like i’m a lion that came out its cage
f-ck is a leash, man i can not be tamed
my b-tch a stack, you keep change
hangin’ with preemes, you be with lames
roll up the dope, no i don’t need a bic
cuz i stay with the wick like the ring on king james, n-gga

[hook: westfiveseven]
mo money, mo money, cheese
mo money, mo money, cheese
mo money, mo money, cheese
mo money, mo money, cheese

[verse 2: puffin’ lye]
lye ho

they question my name (name)
tell me why do they be callin’ you puffin
til i roll up something that ease up they pain (pain)
it was close to insane, hey (whoa)
lye, ho, it’s the end of the name
speak on it if there’s some money to gain
please do not ever use my sh-t in vain
imma god ho, never one in the same
more than a man but i still feel the pain
more then rap music but still in the game
where the music you make is the least of your reign
show out in public cause that entertains
blow through the money that comes with the fame
and you loose all your fans if you dare try and change (not me)
but that’s the white man’s aim
modern day slaves with invisible chains
gettin blinded by ours ears boy sh-t had gotta change (change)
until i see the day
prolly on her line tryna f-ck your dame
prolly online copped 8 gold chains
prolly online tryna push my name
on these social networks that be k!llin’ my brain
swear to god man hate all of yall
back and forth over the net like volleyball
do the whole rap game like the holocaust
with two sawed-offs and a f-cking mazel tov
you hardly boss, partly soft, i’m going off
fascinated with the light like a moth (uh-huh)
you can’t tell me sh-t ho im too smooth
new bapes if i ever cop some new shoes
feelin’ like the emperor with his new groove
rap game goku

[bridge: doug right)
see we coming up and that’s so true
mozzarella for my whole crew, uh
cuz it’s all about the cheese, hey
said it’s all about the cheese

[verse 3: tokes]
if a girl drops it lower than my high school average
hey, she a bad b-tch
and i’m about bout that, huh
got cheese, no mouse trap (nope)
i don’t gotta rock margielas just to make yall jelous
girls still tryna shake they f-ckin tail feathers
this the new era
roll heavy like wheels on a new panamera
got this on lockdown
girls in my house and you locked out
road to riches, my top down
came too far can’t stop now, nope
see i puff lye with puffin’ lye, no 9 to 5
still gettin brain while i’m on the job
y’all team comes, yall get mobbed, oh
tryna make some mother f-ckin paper, boy
on my own route, f-ck a paperboy
pi kapp with me getting faded like a taper, boy
stay young til the death, it’s finger f-ck a hater, boy

[hook x2]

- tokes lyrics

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