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Smoke, smoke, smoke
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Smoke, smokin', smokin'
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Smoke, smokin', smokin'
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Now for real, I be the break 'em off, ho hopper
Trick knocker, nobody does it like we do, we's proper
Biggie like Papa when I dropper
Lying on that ass now we fucking till the beat don't stopper
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Could it be I move too smooth?
Grooves that will make the whole party move
Spots, I keep it hot, so honies be out to trot
Yo, I got this game on lock when I pull up on the lot
So watch me now
Niggas wonder how
I'm spiffy now
So the bitches pick me now
See watch me now
Niggas wonder how
I'm spiffy now
So the bitches pick me now
Tell them watch me now
Niggas wonder how
I'm picky now
Smoke sticky now
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Tell them watch me now
Niggas wonder how
I'm spiffy now
Bitches pick me now
Now everybody wanna try and stop this dude
Pop this dude, drop this dude
Try and top this dude, plus test my cool
Watch me drop a jewel while they jock this dude
But why every time I around we's cool? Watch them act a fool
When I leave swiftly, sixty when I cruise
My dues been paid, rats been laid
Many gats been sprayed
Plus tracks been made like yellow dude face
See me through your shades, blow up like grenades
Try and fade this team, you know what that mean
Head full of dreams
Go on watch us hit the seams with this million dollar team
Shining like rings, taking over everything with this lyrical scheme
We be like fiends when it comes to the money
Be are end for hurt and them
So watch me now
Niggas wonder how
I'm spiffy now
So the bitches pick me now
See watch me now
Niggas wonder how
I'm spiffy now
So the bitches pick me now
Tell them watch me now
Niggas wonder how
I'm picky now
Smoke sticky now
Tell them watch me now
Niggas wonder how
I'm spiffy now
Bitches pick me now
I keep's it going on and on
Little T, I like's to rock shit
Keep that head pop shit
Keep on making profits
What you know about this?
Nothing at all, 'cause my shits gall like these hos on my balls
I be that, "Hit 'em once see you later", I holler
No need to bother little Torii about a dollar
Ask Ali Baba and he'll tell y'all
"A post office ho's about to get you for your L dawg"
Tell those low-down dirty gold diggers
Torii "Murphy Lee" ain't your average rich nigga
Saint Louis representer and I remember
Hos can give a fuck about my beater in December
But now it's a holiday and follow me
Up North like Hollany, booty call like Bellamy
Nag, what you telling me?
Now it's all-good
You's a star spelled backwards
Go on back to your hood
Now it goes hos and niggas, sit back and relax Friday and Sat
Pay attention as I drop this shit on y'ass
Thinking I wanna smoke a blunt, got them tricks down on their knees
You cats that wanna be down you just get ready for your lead
Now I know niggas trying to say that Lunatics' East Coast
'Cause my lyrics boasts with flavor but fool I'm just your neighbor
One of Saint Louis' finest, just keep a cover like Linus
Stop your ass like sinus, congestion 'til you learn your lesson
Confessin' in a danker cruiser supposedly with no future
Mammas call me a loser, huh, but watch me prove
I can Buckeye like Ohio, keeping Pace like Orlando
I'm running out from the 5 O's cause all I herr is "Book 'em Dano"
Practice cause I can't be touched, I'm just too much
I'm packed like lunch with more skills than such and such
I'm plus, never a minus, bumping Johnny Unitas
Out that Hall of Fame, lyrics ride tracks better than trains
Coming flier than planes, crossing niggas like lanes
Backstabbing, but peep out my game as I explain
Everybody shake your hand, ain't your partner fool
Just because I give you dapper that don't mean we cool
Clearer than ice water, see your whole plan's to shake me up
Let up before I wet up your whole fucking getup
Spit up a lung, you done got that wind knocked out
Who get the clout? Ain't no doubt, lunatics run the house
So watch me now
Niggas wonder how
I'm spiffy now
So the bitches pick me now
See watch me now
Niggas wonder how
I'm spiffy now
So the bitches pick me now
Tell them watch me now
Niggas wonder how
I'm picky now
Smoke sticky now
Tell them watch me now
Niggas wonder how
I'm spiffy now
Bitches pick me now
Smoke, smoke, smoke, sticky now
So watch me now
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