chance the rapper feat. ab-soul - smoke again lyrics
acid rap!
i don’t even talk to them on the phone again
leave in the am, on the road again
so b-tch, let’s f-ck so i can smoke again
i gotta smoke again, i got sh-t to do
i don’t even talk to them on the phone again
leave in the am, on the road again
so b-tch, let’s f-ck so i can smoke again
i gotta smoke again, i got sh-t to do
who smokin in my car?
it’s that n-gg- chano
a.k.a mr. bennett
a.k tony montano
i’ve got some folks in low-end
i got some folks in c-note
a.k hundred dinero
you ever seen casino?
i just got back with ‘bino
i got a b-tch but she know
her friends done did the dino
that’s that chicago lingo
flamin’ hots with cheese
and a kiwi mystic
my d-ck won’t even call her
’cause she left all that lipstick
n-gg-s be on dirt
that’s why i stay on petty
i know that bangers jam
that’s why my hands stay ready
flip the candy yum
that’s the f-cking bombest
lean all on the square
that’s a f-ckin’ rhombus
talk to ’em on the phone again
leave in the am, on the road again
so b-tch, let’s f-ck so i can smoke again
i gotta smoke again, i got sh-t to do
i don’t even talk to them on the phone again
leave in the am, on the road again
so b-tch, let’s f-ck so i can smoke again
i gotta smoke again, i got sh-t to do
i don’t even talk to them on the phone again
leave in the am, on the road again
so b-tch, let’s f-ck so i can smoke again
i gotta smoke again, i got sh-t to do
talk to ’em on the phone again
leave in the am, on the road again
so b-tch, let’s f-ck so i can smoke again
i gotta smoke again, i got sh-t to do
i don’t even talk to them on the phone again
who’s sneaking in the club?
that’s that youngster rapper
un-saran wrap the purple
wrap that blunt under after
smoke all out the window
cops could eat a d-ck
if you ain’t the hitter
you just might be the lick
flame on, flame on
i’m your b-tch’s ringtone
she like when i rap raps
but better when i sing songs
no drake, but i get my trey on
k!llin’ in the hood like trayvon
shoppin’ like i got a coupon
savin’ like i got a cape on
cookin’ crack in my apr-n
dressed like a n-gg- had 8 proms
tell shorty i may change
and i made it and i napalm
trippy sh-t to watch
drugs while on the clock
acid on the face
that’s a work of art
talk to them on the phone again
leave in the am, on the road again
so b-tch, let’s f-ck so i can smoke again
i gotta smoke again, i got sh-t to do
i don’t even talk to them on the phone again
leave in the am, on the road again
so b-tch, let’s f-ck so i can smoke again
i gotta smoke again, i got sh-t to do
talk to them on the phone again
leave in the am, on the road again
so b-tch, let’s f-ck so i can smoke again
i gotta smoke again, i got sh-t to do
and i don’t even talk to them on the phone again
leave in the am, on the road again
so b-tch, let’s f-ck so i can smoke again
i gotta smoke again, i got sh-t to do
solo ho ho twerk somethin’
throw it back like you tryna hurt somethin’
i’m so deaf, i ain’t ever heard nothin’
my name herb, take herb, smoke herb (say word?)
how ’bout you? no dap, but i’ll take a pound or two
no doubt like gwen stefani’s group
let me put my mouth where you potty, boo
(aaagh!) yeah
them n-gg-s p-ssed, need potty training
they movement sh-t, that’s a potty train
she ain’t left yet, but she probably came
we kicked it then i score, soccer game
she was a phony goalie
i got great aim though, don’t insult me
i’ll give it to ya straight, this is what she told me
my name solo cause i’m the one and only
she only got you as a n-gg- on the side
that’s a n-gg- on the side of a side b-tch, homie
then we got out of dodge, like them dukes of hazzard
music and tabs of lucy, take your chance with this rapper
i don’t even talk to them on the phone again
leave in the am, on the road again
so b-tch, let’s f-ck so i can smoke again
i gotta smoke again, i got sh-t to do
i don’t even talk to them on the phone again
leave in the am, on the road again
so b-tch, let’s f-ck so i can smoke again
i gotta smoke again, i got sh-t to do
i don’t even talk to them on the phone again
leave in the am, on the road again
so b-tch, let’s f-ck so i can smoke again
i gotta smoke again, i got sh-t to do
i don’t even talk to them on the phone again
leave in the am, on the road again
so b-tch, let’s f-ck so i can smoke again
i gotta smoke again, i got sh-t to do (i’m out)
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