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Bongs In Peace
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WOMBAT
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I don't wanna roll in peace I Smoke cones outta bongs till I fall asleep/ I don’t smoke cones discreet I smoke bongs till I'm dead and they call me deceased Little c**t ciggy buts drinking outta henny cups I got many buds Frees on beats I trap with anyone We thieve on the streets till they say keep it steady c**t I reside in the West with bags of buds packed A single stick the surrounds my nut-sack Smoking outta the Gatorade like f**k that You ain't a real rapper till you get a face tat (pfff) Face that Face facts This ain’t a race keep pace where you based at Women and liquor chilling in my main pad They telling me to bust then saying i need to stay back Sick of bringing us down I'm going up They hating us because we coming up Coming up go down coz of drugs I can't deal with these c**ts that say I need to give it up Bust it up you don't f**k sh*t up I roll around in a whip with my fingers up But I'm over this sh*t 420 stoner with spliffs I'm a loner who spits I'm alone with the cones I'm alone with the dope I’m alone with my phone calling triple 0 I be spitting low I be spitting writtens on a Rhythm When i gotta get it I duck and then I hit em 420 fam this a life that we living Chill chill brudda I’m chill I don't f**k with the fakes only f**k with the real Sucking on a buegs Telling the truth tryna win but the want me to lose Drinking the booze I’m drunk and confused I spaz when I rap man I'm blowing a fuse I don't need to pretend I just do me I fiend for the mic and my weapons a pen Like a sword that I wield I'd rather be dead Then be with the fakes man I f**k with the real F**k a snake yeah F**k fake friends 420 fam chill I wanna make trends I don’t wanna make friends I wanna make cash Dash back it's spilling I wanna make tracks Make stacks make racks Wrapping in rubber bands I'm making these fans fall back I wanna smoke bongs in peace leave me to be or leave me deceased I don't wanna roll in peace i smoke cones while I'm working on a master piece Man I'm just starting why you asking before I grab a pistol grip This ain't Tekashi when you try pa** me sh*t you get pistol whipped But I'm eager to test Wanna read with the best Wanna kill all the rest I would die for my bros chilling up in my nest I would chill with my bros till my life ends I said it like a hunnid of times I wanna vibe while I'm high While the spliffs alight For my bros ride or die Till we hit that mile Wanna rap my sh*t with that ambiguous style I'm spitting alone in my room Sucking these buegs And I'm as high as a roof Take time Time flys When I'm making records I wreck it at ba** line Chilling on the rhythm I kill em like I'm a villain Making money coz I'm dealing I roast em and then I grill em I don't wanna roll in peace I Smoke cones outta bongs till I fall asleep/ I don't smoke cones discreet I smoke bongs till I'm dead and they call me deceased
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