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stoned devil - no pressure / lost souls lyrics

[part i: no pressure]

[verse 1]
when i have a drink, all i need is to smoke
you talk too much about being woke
laughing at you, ’cause you’re a joke
told me stories about how you did coke

[verse 2]
in a boat, hoping not to get a stroke
i never want my folks to believe in a hoax
that’s what makes you an easy approach
only real ones know
i ran the game down like a coach

[verse 3]
tell her we can’t f+ck unless i get the blow
no coke, her knees can break a tree
ran through a crew, getting the cookie
will help you outgrow the ones
who take grеasy fiji inside their peachy

[verse 4]
not to gеt preachy, being that freaky is creepy
all for a freebie, you’re not fooling anyone
baby, where my remy?
expensive bottles are heavy, ooh
[part ii: lost souls]

[verse 1]
all this f+cking pain, i must carry on
i got a lot of shame, i’d did a lot of things
the only thing i regret is drowning (whoa)
in my own wave, all i need is a bank
n+ggas tryna to hate, b+tches in my way (ay)

[verse 2]
i ain’t tryna to do a crime, get off my time
trying to shine, i never lied in my life
check it, i’m a g+nius, look at my rhymes
my folks will k!ll you for a dime, don’t even try
my homies will turn you into a bike
rolling, coasting get through the motions
don’t make me do it, you sink in your boat

[chrous]
the hated you give in, the life you live in
it’s a pain (uh) girl what’s the meaning?
call me in a meeting, i told you i ain’t leaving
the hated you give in, the life you live in
it’s a pain (uh) girl what’s the meaning?
call me in a meeting, i told you i ain’t leaving
[verse 3]
i ain’t trying to boast, i be doing the most
back to the oh, these folks are a joke
put on a mask, just to go to class
all i want to see is that b+tch ass
slayer with some slaves, trying to get paid
fumble with the bag, then you’re stuck in a cave

[verse 4]
i put that on the gang, test your luck with a bang
we are lucky, not like those dummies
in a hummy, your car smells funny
she bounces on my d+ck, i call her bad bunny
oh mama, not the artist, you gotta acknowledge
short as a stylist chair, don’t dirty my pairs
i heard gunshots (where?) quarantine fears
so locked up in here, i forgot i was here

- stoned devil lyrics

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