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letra de painted houses - smoke dza & flying lotus

[intro: smoke dza]
really?
right
right
uh, yeah

[verse 1: smoke dza]
italian flavors in my boots, they came from dm
put my outfit in the mausoleum (uh)
forever i be rockin’ ’til my jersery hangin’ in the colosseum
i be in her guts, you in her dms (ah)
yellin’, “free my n-ggas, free my n-ggas, give ’em freedom”
they ain’t in jail, they in record deals
this independent sh-t, kinda show you how that leverage feel
give you that big steeper feel, hold up
“it was a good day”, ice cube bangin’ on the roll up
the cake fill up, cool, j dilla, flippin’ donuts (uh)
twenty-eight grams, four-hundred-twenty short of a whole one (uh)
onе bad purchase’ll sabotage your whole run
“lеt me take that reggie off your hand”, said no one
tryna finesse the package get you hit with a cold gun
ridin’ like rusell, hit my h-rn when the dough come
irish man missions, keep a painter
dome some

[chorus: smoke dza & conway the machine]
the team strong, tread light
put you on a plate, if the bread right
consignment had ’em like a deer in the headlights
we disappear and they be at your crib every night
the team strong, tread light
put you on a plate, if the bread right
consignment had ’em like a deer in the headlights
we disappear and they be at your crib every night (look, talk to ’em)
[verse 2: conway the machine]
i’m pullin’ up and i’m askin’ ’em what it is (ayo, what’s poppin’, n-gga?)
then clappin’ ’em in his side and fractured the n-gga ribs (boom-boom-boom-boom!)
takin’ trips to the base and them packages to the crib (huh?)
send ’em back and flip them packs, it’s exactly what i just did (i ran that sh-t up), sh-t
tread light, supreme red nikes, vs ice on my neck, you can tell what my bread like (you see what i’m workin’ with, b-tch)
you get your head in a vice, run that red light
head-on collision with extendo, ain’t no fair fight (brrt!)
a hundred carats in the pendant for a fair price (ah)
pointers in the cartiers made your b-tch stare twice (i see you lookin’, baby)
it’s gary payton and this blunt is to the face
i could go pull a few hunnid out the safe, and that’s thousands by the way
my cake pilin’ by the way
breakdown, ain’t sellin’ weight
eight pounds sellin’ every day
eight-thousand in the bank (woo), stop that
.456, shot that (ah)
change the bank bag to a thousand, took a sip of my ‘jac (hahaha)
machine, n-gga, i’m back (yeah)

[chorus: smoke dza & conway the machine]
the team strong, tread light (yeah)
put you on a plate, if the bread right
consignment had ’em like a deer in the headlights
we disappear and they be at your crib every night
the team strong, tread light
put you on a plate, if the bread right
consignment had ’em like a deer in the headlights
we disappear and they be at your crib every night

- smoke dza flying lotus

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