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letra de still on tour - sme taxfree

[intro: sme taxfree]
(chopper on the track)
[?] but it taste like it, mmm

[verse 1: sme taxfree]
this ain’t red but it taste like it, n-gga, this some quagen
bro, i don’t want it ‘less it’s expired, that’s what got the head [?]
i done served my heady, tired of lil’ boy out the van
cooler say how you get the jag’? b-tch, i’m a grown-ass man

[verse 2: chicken p]
with a grown-ass bag, huh?
it’s matte plastic
gotta teach ’em how to add, huh, then stash
yeah, i cook over the sink, when i twist, it be splashin’
ain’t got the money for the bookie, bought a half
man, these lil’ n-ggas jokes, i just laugh at them
i had to thank god for this dope, i know that’s blasphemy
she said don’t put this b-tch in sport, it be too fast for me
stupid n-ggas buyin’ b-tches bags with they bag money

[verse 3: juicester]
i done bought a perky and a half for my last [?]
i’m the type of n-gga that blend fifty for that fast money
five hundred dollars, he a crash dummy
crackin’ with my brother in the jag’, he’d smash for me
i ain’t trippin’ on this light sh-t, this some boxer money
nickel on some shorts, he got a nickel in his hand
it’s been a long time since i ran out of bands
n-gga, i can cut the price right now, what you payin’?
[verse 4: sme taxfree]
juice, you know i raised him up when i feel like it
i can sell ’em one-twenty-five or i can charge ’em ninety
all these chains and these watches, boy, we real icy
hand-to-hands out the window, bamp ten in a pair of nikes
bustin’ ‘bows, i’m in cali every week with it

[verse 5: chicken p]
brodie, what i told you ’bout bringin’ me ’round cheap n-ggas?
i had to block her, she got mad that i went sleep with her
anyway, these grits for sixty-five, i’m on the east with ’em (ayy)
i be mixin’ dope on all these dishes, i don’t eat with ’em
told the b-tch to open up her eyes and tell me if my t–th hittin’

[verse 6: sme taxfree]
bro, this jag’ on twenty-sixes like pizza, call ’em deep dishes
took my asian for hibachi, first time out to eat with her
b-tch, if the lights hit this chain, you gon’ see glitter
don’t f-ck with n-ggas, i’m a racist, i don’t need n-ggers
if a n-gga want some smoke, bet we pull up in like three sprinters

[verse 7: juicester]
i walk around fresh as h-ll ’cause i clean blenders
i’m dr. dre with these grams, i’m on beat with ’em
i love my brothers so much, i don’t compete with ’em
i watched my brother scr-pe a plate while i scr-ped the blender
my other brother on them boards livin’ past them wh0res
i have her suck me for an hour every time i’m bored
the way i’m dumpin’ all this who, you’d think i’m sellin’ troy
[verse 8: chicken p]
got brodie dumpin’ all them woop ’cause i’m still on tour
n-gga, i’m a business man, i’m a walkin’ store

- sme taxfree

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