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letra de code orange - smoke dza

[verse 1: smoke dza]
you smell that fragrance?
you know my st–z, you know my squad
you know what my name is?
the hoes call me smokey, rugby down low-key
smell that strand, i mean that stench my cologne is og
oh, he, only talk about weed and counting loot
but what the f-ck did you expect? that’s what i like to do
sh-t on your best outfit
and i’m on my old school harlem, best-out sh-t
who house this? i’m in your fridge about to fix a plate
feet all over your table like i own the place
on my calvin sh-t
slide your sister, show your brother cheese
like “sorry ms. billups, we going out to eat”
i got a hustler’s aura
plus i’m a 9-11 n-gga with morals
i don’t owe you n-ggas sh-t, i ain’t got nothing for ya
unless you my codee, you don’t know me, n-gga blow me

[bridge: mad max]
ok i’ll burn the godd-mn house down
but blow me first, how dare you, how f-cking dare you
rrraaarggghh

[verse 2: smoke dza]
i get it in, buckets like gilligan
plus the riddles i riddle like i’m on ritalin
compet-tion is little cause i get rid of them
i’m illa’ then, whoever that you considerin’
i give a f-ck how n-ggas feelin’ bout who’s hot, son
cause opinions are like facebook, everybody got one
i ain’t into fiction, that’s a james cameron feel
i’m more like michael moore, what i doc-ment is real
i hate a n-gga trying to give advice
talking that k!ller sh-t and he don’t live that life
focus up, don’t f-ck up your day shift
go ahead and miss me with that “back-in-the-day” sh-t
n-ggas will tell you anything, foolery
whole lifestyle just ghetto buffoonery
i’m on your heels, n-ggas better pay homage
it’s fair warnin’ cause the game’s on orange

[outro: mad max]
you look like a f-cking b-tch in heat
and if you get raped by a pack of n-ggers it’ll be your fault. all right?
that’s my f-cking mistake, because i should’ve woke you up and said, ‘f-cking blow me, b-tch.’
i should’ve f-cking woken you up and said ‘blow me.’ you would’ve liked that better, yeah?
(panting) because you got problems, more than me
you know how to f-cking push my b-ttons

- smoke dza

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