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letra de 4 loko - smoke dza

[intro: smoke dza]
uh, right

[verse 1: smoke dza]
i’m a loco, n-gga, straight loco
so think twice ‘fore you cross my path
cause frontin’ on dza’s a no go
i said a no go, told y’all, n-ggas is a bozo
to go against my word just take it from me cause i know so
n-gga no thought
bodied in the trap, you get roped off
call me polo young
n-gga this a mothaf-ckin’ lo sport
kick that sh-t like none other
rearrange a deal, need more mugga
tryna get drunk as a fish tonight
holla at my homeboy joe scudda
straight shots, i don’t need no ice in it
got me talking reckless all night with it
all these old n-ggas on gotti d-ck
real life, he ain’t even like n-ggas
tryna be more like bob lemon
obsession with the flow let the beat ride
from the west to the east side
light the sour and bump this joint up in your g ride

[chorus: a$ap rocky & smoke dza]
uh, i’m sittin’ high, i’m tippin’ slow
i’m gettin’ high, but i’m sippin’ slow
mouth full of golds, n-gga i got h-lla hoes
i’m that harlem mothaf-cka with that mellow flow
coming down, sittin’ clean, mixin’ that promethazine
coming down, sittin’ clean, mixin’ that promethazine
coming down, sittin’ clean, mixin’ that promethazine
coming down, sittin’ clean, mixin’ that promethazine
(purple, we loco! purple, we loco!
on purple, we loco! purple, we loco!)

[verse 2: smoke dza]
i’m a corporal
been around the globe, you’re a local
n-ggas know ya gaffe and we laugh at the ash
that ya p-ss cause you’re more like fogel
i thought i told you
you n-ggas hard of hearin’, thought i told you
there’s some new n-ggas eating in the hood
sh-t. them other n-ggas old news
we them new n-ggas
clappin at strong, whole crew’s stable
me and my n-ggas run this sh-t
coolest n-ggas sittin’ at the cool table
n-ggas pop sh-t on the web
hide up in they crib cause they ain’t able
’til you gps a n-gga’s crib, tell some n-ggas where they live
like they worked for cable, but they bout that life
you n-ggas ain’t with it though
you know, who you fooling?
you know you don’t smoke for real
why you tryna reach for the doob? what you doing?
’til the next life
it’s jet life, flying high is luxury
ain’t sh-t changed, still george kush
still need eight lungs to come puff with me

- smoke dza

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