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cosmic chesh - tropical lyrics

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[intro]
chesh: you hear that?
king+1: that’s the back your mind!

[chorus: chesh & king+1]
tropical. (tropical)
tropical. tropical. (tropical)
smoking on tropical. (tropical)
galapagos, galapagos. (galapagos gerty)

[hook]
smoking on tropical. (tropical) [x3]
galapagos. galapagos. (galapagos gerty)

smoking on tropical (tropical)
i love to smoke tropical. (tropical)
i gotta smoke tropical. (tropical)
galapagos, galapagos. (galapagos gerty)

[verse 1: chesh]
smoke in my uber
2 grams in my backwood
few hoes in my uber
i hope they smoke backwoods

roll up, and roll up, then roll up again
clouds of the nimbus, i smoke till my end
oh you smoke papers? dutch masters i favor
she lick on my rillo, she loving the flavor

i spit so much fire, you think i’m part dragon
i stay in the hood, like i’m an -ss-ssin
i smoke half the blunt before i start p-ssing
and if you ain’t matching, then don’t bother asking

been k!llings the beats, so f-ck it i’m rapping
i am not taylor, but shot out to captain
tropical, tropical; this sh-t is snapping
smoke acapulco? n-gg-, you chatting

[chorus: jcoferk9]
tropical
tropical. tropical
she all in my tropics. (big blunts)
she smoking my tropical. (galapagos gerty)
tropical, tropical
all of the that tropical. (tropical, tropical)
we blowing that tropical. (tropical, tropical)
we blowing that tropical. (galapagos gerty)

[hook: chesh]
smoking on tropical (tropical, tropical) [x3]
galapagos, galapagos. (galapagos gerty)
smoking on tropical. (tropical, tropical)
smoking that tropical. (tropical, tropical)
i love to smoke tropical. (tropical, tropical)
galapagos, galapagos. (galapagos gerty)

[verse 2: jcoferk9]

sizable packs, illogical lungs
strands super sour with tropical punch
still got the munchies devoured the lunch. (devoured it. ah!)

swear im hungry as f-ck, but roll me up one
i could v.s. you, who roll the best?
if we gonna be matching, best have a match up
dont trust the singles you best have a back up

got the rap snacks to the flap jacks
cotton mouth, like i’m mad max
lenin closest be a second fridge
no zebra cakes, til we cross the bridge

smell proofing, even mama nose
smonk donk, even mama knows
hot box in the gelopy doe
windows up in galapagos

[verse 3: koldhearted13]



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