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toke - who knows lyrics

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verse 1
i’m pressed bout no others i’m fresh for no reason

my cup be the coldest don’t guess what i’m holding
potheaded b-tches they love what i’m smoking
they been off the sh-ts but let toke get you higher

keep with the gas
yeah i stay with the fire got bangers on bangers
just listen for flickers

that number 1 shopper yeah toke with that fire
that bombay on sipping that mary in shipment no 9-5 i’m finessing this life

i want 200 million in cash in pockets
never gon stumble won’t go down for riches
song after song that’s hot and fresh out the kitchen

i put her on game she been giving out p-ssy
to n-gg-s that’s p-ssy i ain’t even dissing

that’s just how it go in the city i’m living
i swerve in the civic but it’s smelling like women

pay close attention this n-gg- i’m moving

leave it to me she just know how i’m thrilling

wave to the haters i’m looking like nilla
she fw my dealer he serving that k!lla

groupies be white yeah they taste like vanilla

come to the party and dance on the table
b-tches get wild when you pull out the label

g-ssing her up she said she feeling like able

hook
who wanna know, so who wanna know. i speak loud on my mary keep wanna a secret

20 a gram for the low if we kick it
and all of my blunts rolled with the perfect precision

they love how i rap but they hate how i do this so make your decision. she like my persistence

finesse like i’m crawford and skrrt like fararri

wavey as f-ck my neck surf call it gnarly

verse 2
smoke just like marley. green hot like safari. keep up wit toke if you think that you balling

falling for none we don’t stand up for nothing
gave me the top now her nickname is m-ffin

turn up for checks if you can’t you get nothing

me and my ships ain’t gon sink for relations
we all move united but won’t f-ck you over

my name got some range and the bro got the rover

teach em a game and the lesson’s finessing
they all show their colors they look luminescent

no matter the reason, no matter the season

codeine and some reefer make old heads a believers

lowkey and humble i love how i’m living
last minute wishes, the last ones to get it

come out of your slumber the 1 is my number
smoking on purple my blunts perfect circles

hook
who wanna know, so who wanna know. i speak loud on my mary keep wanna a secret

20 a gram for the low if we kick it
and all of my blunts rolled with the perfect precision

they love how i rap but they hate how i do this
so make your decision. she like my persistence

finesse like i’m crawford and skrrt like fararri

i’m wavey as f-ck my neck surf call it gnarly

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