Smoke

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Ray$av

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I'm a lion so I can't stay with a cheater (nah)
She talking all that shit Micheal J, I had to beat her (yeah)
He try to play me like tennis match
Serving looks, they say my wrist snapped
You built like an egg, we can't be friends, you must be on crack
Tell your friends I said what's happen
Left on delivered found out he ain't got no package (nope)
You pass you expiration date, so my new man gonna spoil me
Got water, got streams, Apple Pay me all my royalties

Y'all don't want smoke, because you know I'm on a roll
My folks, crazy, they at your front door
Tell him run up them bands, tell him cut right to the chase
Tell you ain't my man, you gotta work for this cake

Y'all don't want smoke, because you know I'm on a roll
My folks, crazy, they at your front door
Tell him run up them bands, tell him cut right to the chase
Tell you ain't my man, you gotta work to this cake

You recycled your hoes, you must love the environment
Eating rap bitches, they corny so I'm on a diet pockets were sad
My hundreds stay on blue (cha-Ching)
She a lil bitch
She ain't had a clue
Your new bitch is crusty, (yeah)
Your new bitch is a clown (yeah)
You says she got that water (laugh, yeah)
But I heard its watered down
I can read a bitch, the library is open
Getting cheddar from these rats, bitch, I love my tokens (cash)

Y'all don't want smoke, because you know I'm on a roll
My folks, crazy, they at your front door
Tell him run up them bands, tell him cut right to the chase
Tell you ain't my man, you gotta work to get a slice of this cake

Y'all don't want smoke, because you know I'm on a roll
My folks, crazy, they at your front door
Tell him run up them bands, tell him cut right to the chase
Tell you ain't my man, you gotta work to get a slice of this cake

Y'all don't want smoke, cause my rhymes cut throat (it's tough)
Imma make them swallow they words, imma make the choke
The uzi gon poke, never calling the po-po
She my side kick, I'm Dorothy, bitch my to-to
Hoe
Imma on the they neck, so bitch it's never a tie (we different)
I turn heads, break check, when I walk by
Body bad as a crime
So He wanna cuff, I want my fines

Y'all don't want no smoke (laugh)

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