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smoke dza & the smokers club - 42 lyrics

[chorus]
gettin’ money, smokin’ weed, they think that’s all we do (haha)
the daughter twenty+five, mother fourty+two, we sippin’ ’42 (yeah)
plug stuffed with a bunch of work, i got it all reduced (yeah)
as long as we can re+up, then we gon’ recoup

[verse 1]
i’m a personal shopper’s dream, a bad b+tch’s flex
i’m into bigger things, i’m into bigger checks
i’m into black markets, business i ain’t finish yet
a bunch of seven+digit plays sparked my interest (ah)
text my n+gga al, tell him send the jack (thank you)
life flows, ice cold like winnipеg
me and my syndicate, heavy on thе fetty, got the dinner set
sh+t i can’t be postin’ on the internet
through the riddles, it’s my life in these bars
really, that might be my flaw
n+ggas like smoke, dog, drive like you got work in the car
i’m like, “yeah, n+gga, that’s ’cause i got work in the car”
if i have my driver with me, might’ve burned a cigar
i was on a dolo mission, it was just me and my thoughts
it’s a lot of jealous n+ggas, lot of schemin’, of course (really?)
that’s why i get my coins, flee and get lost
(really?)

[chorus]
gettin’ money, smokin’ weed, they think that’s all we do (uh)
the daughter twenty+five, mother fourty+two, we sippin’ ’42 (yeah)
plug stuffed with a bunch of work, i got it all reduced (uh)
as long as we can re+up, then we gon’ recoup
[verse 2]
unexpectedly like bird sh+t, [?]
that new sh+t, that dsr 2 sh+t
n+gga extra smooth like [?] with the toothpick
out in spain for seasons, madrid
they whole style is mid
they ain’t do it wavy like i did
f+ck it, cartier on the eye lens
ah, hoopidly, things flowin’ [?]
double twenty pointer tennis chains goin’ stupidly
old harlem my backdrop, just hit the jackpot
g63, that’s the snack box
sh+t dirty like sewer hair
n+gga play miami like truth or dare
little bag with me, i blew it there
shawty say i’m [?] for dead cleon [?], little haters a souvenir
uh

[chorus]
gettin’ money, smokin’ weed, they think that’s all we do (uh)
the daughter twenty+five, mother fourty+two, we sippin’ ’42 (uh)
plug stuffed with a bunch of work, i got it all reduced
yeah
as long as we can re+up, then we gon’ recoup

- smoke dza the smokers club lyrics

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