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letra de smoke sum - zeb

i been on a roll (blao)
yea i smoke a j (wow)
then i get, high
relax my mind and write some lines (vibe)
to this beat slow (yup)
hit it everyday (smoke)
let it seep slow (slow)
when i gets ghost (ghost)
yea i get gone (gone)
why i gets ghost b-tch i cannot get along
i can’t get along with none of you cuz y’all is
misinformed i swear my mind is ahead this the calm before the storm
i’m thinking and growin rich, y’all bullsh-tin bein b-tch,
you think wake up and be rich, post a song and you’ll be lit
i’m thinkin’ bout making a plan and putting in work and making it work
and building a team and switch up routine and goin berserk
yea, thats why i cannot relate and i’m in a
foreign state b-tch you know you can’t relate, yea
and you know i came to stay throw it back
to what i like i go off like all the time, yea

b-tch you know i’m heartless
no roof in the gardens
b-tch you know i’m guarded, yea
you gon’ take my guard down
you gon’ lay up with me
we gon’ smoke some broccoli, yea
and we smokin’ palm trees,
yea we smokin’ bomb weed, and we ridin’ raris, yea
not only in my dreams,
when we ridin through street ain’t no one ahead of me, yea

when i’m riding through the street (yea)
b-tch you gonna notice me (yea)
i ain’t got no tints cuz (cuz)
cuz b-tch you gonna notice me
i took down the blimp cuz they know that it’s mine already know
the world is mine already touch down i’m here to stay already, ready
i ain’t leaving baby no i’m steady schemin’ up these racks,
steady contemplating plaques,
money power and respect, swear they gonna stack up fast
now, i cannot go back
now they gotta notice that,
i was only 19 when i wrote down my first rap
you should know i ain’t never gonna turn back
when i’m on imma take off to the max
when i’m gone they gon’ wish i could come back
baby no i don’t go back on my raps
and i do what i say and that’s facts
and i wanna get back to back plaques
i already said it but i want it that bad
you’re booty looking tight in them jeans
bring it over here i got green
i make it rain, you let that sh-t breathe

b-tch you know i’m heartless
no roof in the gardens
b-tch you know i’m guarded, yea
you gon take my guard down
you gon lay up with me
we gon smoke some broccoli, yea
and we smokin palm trees,
yea we smokin bomb weed, and we riding raris, yea
not only in my dreams,
when we ridin through street, ain’t no one ahead of me, yea

- zeb

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