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retch - fly away lyrics

[verse 1: retch]
hey yo i smoked a good 28 grams the last 48
bad brown skin big booty b-tches i get em baked
really play em close and i keep a magi on when i hit em
breaking down dutches and twisting papers
no f-cking difference
word to my liver that white remy it flood my system
do this for the n-ggas cuttin’ yams in the f-cking kitchen
blowing wild ganja, like them is a rasta
i be spitting nicotine, the flow’ll give you cancer (jamaican accent)
on the couch bootsy collins in the backdrop
little n-gga came off of the back blocks
white tube socks full of crack rocks
me name the young chris but me can’t stop (jamaican accent)
will not
all my n-ggas trapping [?]
cause who you think i do it for?
all them corner boys posted by the corner store
the ones who keep the cds in their briefs
trying to eat, got them ducking police
that’s how it be in the streets

[hook]

swear i keep having dreams that the feds got me
woke up with a bad b-tch, she told me chill papi
everytime i wake i’m praying i see better days
wish i could smoke a blunt and grow some wings to fly away
wish i could fly away i’m wishing i could fly away
everytime awake i praying i see better days

so i keep having dreams that the feds got me
woke up with a bad b-tch, she told me chill papi

[verse 2: $ha hef]
i’m stuck with the lesser of two evils, no equals
black market with a sequel to the beatles
i had a bad day, don’t make me go medieval with this eagle
mob ties connected like bugsy siegel
$ha hef backhand like federer
b-tch where my money at, etc. etc
i probably slam the baddest b-tches in america
from vivica to erika, believe dog it’s regular
purple sour from the growers that’s a good look
p-ss that sh-t around, can’t put it down like a good book
turn 20 into 50 that’s a good cook
1 head away, i’m just cooking up that good hook
these n-ggas all guppies in a shark tank
my b-tch is always in the mood to spark dank
kush clouds strictly that good loud
never told on a n-gga, always made the hood proud

[hook]

- retch lyrics

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