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Letra : Smoke Dope All Day
I smoke dope all day(lets go, yea)
I got money
I got hundreds
I keep a pole on my waist
I'm gon' dump it
I ain't runnin'
In this b*t*h like I done gone mad
Smokin' on that strong pack
b*t*h you gon' get yo dome smashed
You that I'm on that
If she deny then I keep movin' her big booty
All in my crib like she like movin' must want me to smash
Hold on hit the gates broad day turner smash (Ah Ah)
Take off his face, SRT hit the gas
Countin' off these hoes with words on my head
Nevermind I'm paranoid I know I do that bad
Like my bed wetter
I'm in this backwood up in Utah smokin' catic stuff
Come that backwoods home tied no playin' with us
Don't care 'bout wherе I'm at long as I'm strapped make sure I'm comfortablе
Tryin' to push yo sh*t back you gon' get clap soon as you step on somethin' this b*t*h death a n***a step on somethin'
I smoke dope all day (lets go, yea)
I got money
I got hundreds
I keep a pole on my waist
I'm go dump it
I ain't runnin'
We gon' link up in that Nawfside
Sippin' on this yicacivic
My people see me outside four-deep in that Honda Civic
You try to speak on me you get waist tied 'cause they know right now I'm 'bout business
Burn that store up rifle misdirected grenades you don't catch nothin'
But business f**k gotta catch my cut but I got 50 grand
Yall goons split up oh imma get the n***a whack his ass
Make him bite the dust
You know I'm too official I been doin' this since the first b*t*h said "It's up"
I want them pallbearers and grave diggers smoke opps increase they health
I smoke dope all day (lets go, yea)
I got money
I got hundreds
I keep a pole on my waist
I'm go dump it
I ain't runnin'
Naw b*t*h it's been Lil' Top in another car I'm like (Ah)
Fold him be the hype he ask me what's the type and I'm like why hit the right stick (Bah) hit the act and burn out tires
It go down then you just drive I'm out the roof I'm lettin' out fire she 100 she get high
Stack that money at the bottom
Just walk around and smack yo ass b*t*h take a troll don't be a child
Hold on top say I want 20 hoes inside this house steal off my plate we put 20 poles inside ya mama
I smoke dope all day (lets go yea)
I got money
I got hundreds
I keep a pole on my waist
I'm gon' dump it
I ain't runnin' (Naw)
b*t*h like I den gone mad smokin' on that strong pack
b*t*h you gon' get yo dome smashed
f**k gotta catch my cut but I got 50 grand yall goons split up
Oh imma get the n***a whack his ass make him bite the dust
I got money
I got hundreds
I keep a pole on my waist
I'm gon' dump it
I ain't runnin'
In this b*t*h like I done gone mad
Smokin' on that strong pack
b*t*h you gon' get yo dome smashed
You that I'm on that
If she deny then I keep movin' her big booty
All in my crib like she like movin' must want me to smash
Hold on hit the gates broad day turner smash (Ah Ah)
Take off his face, SRT hit the gas
Countin' off these hoes with words on my head
Nevermind I'm paranoid I know I do that bad
Like my bed wetter
I'm in this backwood up in Utah smokin' catic stuff
Come that backwoods home tied no playin' with us
Don't care 'bout wherе I'm at long as I'm strapped make sure I'm comfortablе
Tryin' to push yo sh*t back you gon' get clap soon as you step on somethin' this b*t*h death a n***a step on somethin'
I smoke dope all day (lets go, yea)
I got money
I got hundreds
I keep a pole on my waist
I'm go dump it
I ain't runnin'
We gon' link up in that Nawfside
Sippin' on this yicacivic
My people see me outside four-deep in that Honda Civic
You try to speak on me you get waist tied 'cause they know right now I'm 'bout business
Burn that store up rifle misdirected grenades you don't catch nothin'
But business f**k gotta catch my cut but I got 50 grand
Yall goons split up oh imma get the n***a whack his ass
Make him bite the dust
You know I'm too official I been doin' this since the first b*t*h said "It's up"
I want them pallbearers and grave diggers smoke opps increase they health
I smoke dope all day (lets go, yea)
I got money
I got hundreds
I keep a pole on my waist
I'm go dump it
I ain't runnin'
Naw b*t*h it's been Lil' Top in another car I'm like (Ah)
Fold him be the hype he ask me what's the type and I'm like why hit the right stick (Bah) hit the act and burn out tires
It go down then you just drive I'm out the roof I'm lettin' out fire she 100 she get high
Stack that money at the bottom
Just walk around and smack yo ass b*t*h take a troll don't be a child
Hold on top say I want 20 hoes inside this house steal off my plate we put 20 poles inside ya mama
I smoke dope all day (lets go yea)
I got money
I got hundreds
I keep a pole on my waist
I'm gon' dump it
I ain't runnin' (Naw)
b*t*h like I den gone mad smokin' on that strong pack
b*t*h you gon' get yo dome smashed
f**k gotta catch my cut but I got 50 grand yall goons split up
Oh imma get the n***a whack his ass make him bite the dust
