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stuhq - no lackin lyrics

[intro: lou pang]

too high i’m too high yeah
tryna get by get by yeah
i’m rolling i’m rolling yeah
got me smoking i’m smoking yeah
i’m rollling i’m rolling yeah
got me smoking i’m smoking yeah

[chorus: lou pang]

where you at tonight, i’ve been on the road
and i got some weed, do you wanna roll
i’ve been feeling low, why you moving slow
walk up out that door, i need you forsure
running out of time, i can’t get that back
i put it on the line, on every single track
pull up on the scene, she pop it like a bean
i’m the one you need, it ain’t hard to see

[verse 1: lou pang]

honestly you’ve been feeling apart of me
i read the signs but they finding hard to see
people change but that really don’t bother me
no lacking it’s that money i gotta see yeah
gotta see it’s that money i gotta pree yeah
stack it tall tryna sell out all arenas
2 pretty b-tches tryna rip off my marina
they love to smoke and like to dance to selena
get your camera i’m about to strike a pose
i need a rolls and my whole wrist froze
all black 9/11 with no doors
swerving in and out of lanes on the 4 yeah
skrt skrt on a b-tch if she acting bright
it’s weighing heavy on my chest but i’ll say it’s light
you tell me no when i say i gotta go
but here’s one thing that you gotta know

[bridge: lou pang]

i ain’t lacking homie, they’ve been sleeping on me
every night is lonely, every night is stoney
i ain’t lacking homie, they’ve been sleeping on me
every room is cloudy i’ve been smoking loudly

[chorus: lou pang]

where you at tonight, i’ve been on the road
and i got some weed, do you wanna roll
i’ve been feeling low, why you moving slow
walk up out that door, i need you forsure yeah

[verse 2: yogi]

stackin dollars, pinchin pennies
poppin collars, sipping henny
i’m just tryna live the life
pay my dues and earn more stripes
while avoiding flashing lights [x2]

why yu playin me
this ain’t abc
its so plain to see, that you ain’t really here for me
you just want the fame
all dat i want is the bag
this sh-ts more then a game
going till my toe gets a tag [x2]

[outro: lou pang]

my n-gga i ain’t lackin, lackin, lackin, lackin, lackin
whole month i’m taxin, taxin, taxin, taxin, taxin

- stuhq lyrics

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