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smoke dza – sour hour lyrics

[verse 1]
uh sick
young n-gga from the illest block, them harlem n-ggas get it poppin’ that’s the realest drop
mourning my n-gga fred, dour doobies getting lit, sipping ‘gnac to the head
that was my man, i told him wait til i get to this bread
took one to the head, f-ck, i never see him again
inhale the reefer harder
i was raised in horror, but you can see and feel my aura
the streets is a mess n-gga i’m blessed to even see tomorrow
so k!lla this one is for you, keep your spirit around i got a lot of living to do
see i gotta feed my kids and em’ too, lot a load to cop, shows to rock, and hoes to screw

[hook]
this is my sour hour marathon (marathon, marathon)
uh, they bullsh-t, babble on
less talking, more smoking, carry on
this is my sour hour marathon (marathon, marathon)
uh, they bullsh-t, babble on
less talking, more smoking, carry on
this is my sour hour marathon (marathon, marathon)
uh, they bullsh-t, babble on
less talking, more smoking, carry on

[verse 2]
uh, right
smoke up, i hope you bring your lungs with you
shorty i ain’t tripping, your friend she can come with you
just bring some papers, she sending me fl!cks of her t-ts, with smiley faces
she dig my rugby flavors, before them other n-ggas did it
you think i was a player? rlfc
yeah a lot of n-ggas jack, i think it’s quite foul
they follow the trend, but for me, it’s my lifestyle
anytime you see me, it’s a fresh one
adidas, raw labels, or some foam posits, check him
green house sour got my higher than a jetson, sp-cely, sprocket
you smoke pinheads, we smoke rockets
lame n-ggas still smoking up the profit in your packs
lawsuit blew it done f-cked up all the scratch
what you running when your hamstring popped?
i sh-tted on you n-ggas now it’s back to the pot

- smoke dza lyrics

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