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smoke dza - still on lyrics

[hook: fat trel]
i got a bad b-tch to get low/d-ck her down, but she really wanna smoke/pull up, polo, what you know?
and i’mma take her anywhere she wanna go
we get high, we get low/we get cheese, blow dope
’bout money, but we govideo, studio, or a show
p-o-l-o what you know? stay fly, stay high, what you know?
in a 745, what you know? but that b-tch ain’t mine what you know?
p-o-l-o what you know? stay fly, stay high, what you know?/
in a 745, what you know? but that b-tch ain’t mine, what you know?

[intro]
what you know about that mansion life?
champagne, first cl-ss flight, right

[verse 1: smoke dza]
i got a bad ho, she a freak but she bashful
i let her play with my cash though
these foamposites in the -ssh0l-
what you know, no gas though
i kick a little n-ggas -ss trying to act grown
might be irrational, serve a n-gga up like mcenroe
but back to my bad ho, she blow a n-gga like satchmo
give a n-gga everything he asked for
i ain’t even got a reason to be mad yo
sour the kush wit this rugby on
every time when we f-ck i wanna keep my rugby on
throw a little more when the bubbly gone
so the god give her the d like stucky, uh
take five i’mma roll some raw
take a little breather but she fiending/i’mma bout’ to get neck to a motown song…maybe a lil anita
i f-ck with the pot, but all my b-tches roll
f-cking every other molly
either way she get low

[hook]

[verse 2: fat trel]
i got a bad b-tch that smoke dro
she in traffic with her phone
i never laughing cause she cl-ssic
i never had this picture before
and when i get it i just hit it on the low
no matter what, she say her man can’t know
he no fool, i just play it by the rules
but before i got can i hit it one more
and in a minute i’mma give it, i’mma go
pick her up, put her down on the floor
then i hit her kitty cat from the back
no light girl, you know my ice glow
you lie, i try, why doubt
all the money, all the b-tches i got
all the bags of blocks i drop
i’m in the back of a ‘lac wit my glock
i’m on the first and fifth like i deserve this
lotta n-ggas talk, i ain’t heard sh-t
plan to come see me when it’s over with
a couple wh0r-s on the floor, step over them
tell you the truth, i ain’t even notice them
if i was broke, sh-t, i wouldn’t get an “o” from them
used the b-tch to get blow from him
but she leave with me cause she over him

[hook]

[outro: smoke dza]
yeah, what you know ’bout that type sh-t? big boss sh-t. big n-gga business
that’s that sh-t we on. big dishes and all that type sh-t
more b-tches
right

- smoke dza lyrics

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