duecey baby - best thing smokin lyrics
get blast you boasting
beat that p-ssy like a snare
while ain’t n0body here
im the muhf-ckin man you knows it
take a chance no dare
who tf you think scared
all these n-ggas tryna get over
no football player
all i do is get better
hey babe i’m the best thing smoking (2x)
oh what you say?
when im in my zone, feel like i live wrong
i talk to myself, like i’m on the phone
whats going wrong?
oh what a day, the baddest i bone
i want her alone, don’t stop me baby im on a roll, dont blow my high when im on them 4s yeah
never been rondo
never been rambo
man had a few mishandles
i broke the handle
came in dressed in camo
girl i nice get a sample
rollin up kush this the highest grade
100 million signature signng me
money go missing i’m tripping
2 hard to sleep
att-tude sh-t and my actions are violently
can’t take a chance i don’t play around
ball for my squad it’s no trading
got some homies shooting army rounds
losing still pray we all make it
man i got, new tea like nestle
bad bihh she snort chelsea
i just made a band, no baking soda
make you hold pause it get directions
i just ran a check up
won’t except nun lesser
hit the gas run over pedestrians
feel so much better
they salty i’m pepper
don’t know her and i just met the bihh
this a private flight no wings
served a couple bags i move things
post traumatic sippin on the lean
and i seen real 1s turn to fiends
(hook)
shawty ima dog no blue nose
tryna get big like sumo
i don’t really understand rumors
ima star baby like lunar
get high f-ck it up like k-mar
did some wrong
always going 2 far
put a n-gga on and i’ll raise the bar
talk sh-t ima need a new a&r
bout to send my woes come take some
ima black youngsta watch me shake some
natural bad b-tch no makeup
i don’t talk on phones no cakeup
always tell myself be shameless
you a unknown just nameless
smoking on some gas taste like lemon
my b-tch like her drugs tasteless
back on that bullsh-t
stomach empty
get a full clip
in but ain’t got nun to do with it
get high f-cking with the stewardess
money on the end watch me pull it in
i’m the cold on yah neck ha chill when
cards look a mess but i’m dealed in
bout a check yah bet
like the alphabet
i don’t miss a number
so let’s get it
(hook out)
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