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letra de bongs in peace - exl

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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-nt 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-nt

i reside in the west with bags of buds packed
a single stick the surrounds my nut-sack
smoking outta the gatorade like f-ck 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-nts that say i need to give it up

bust it up you don’t f-ck 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

[hook]
chill chill brudda i’m chill
i don’t f-ck with the fakes only f-ck 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-ck with the real

f-ck a snake yeah
f-ck 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 p-ss me sh-t you get pistol whipped

but i’m eager to test
wanna read with the best
wanna k!ll 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 b-ss line

chilling on the rhythm i k!ll 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

- exl

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