Etc Etc Lyrics - Smoke Dza

[Verse One: Big K.R.I.T.] 

"Dare I say, player? 

Fuchsia alligators 

Looking through my eyesight like looking at a skyline 

Wi-fi my aura, I'm so online 

I'm late enough to be on time 

She dived yours and jumped on mine/It's pimp pimpin', silk lining 

Plush linens, hand stitching 

I'm picture perfect, hieroglyphic 

If she ain't down, her homegirl wit it 

Turning heads, lock like dreads 

Caution, no trickin', just excessive grain grippin' 

Cup full of drank, blunt rolled, I'm lane switchin' 

Me and King Tut had the same visions 

Either stay home or come with it 

Some dig, but most miss it 

I'm droppin' presents for the ungifted 

If you was in the lead, the momentum just shifted 

A-team, 3 kings, 4 great feats 

Name another Mississippian on a Ski beat" 

[Hook] 

We are the best of the best player 

Take you round the world and up like elevators 

And they 

They try to duplicate us but they could never be that's between you and me 

Etc Etc 

But they could never be that's between you and me 

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[Verse Two: Curren$y] 

"Yeah, unhh, I'm up now, so bitches break trees down 

Coffee tables turn 

Funny how funny style 

Bitches come out niggas like they was pregnant with 'em 

Run with cleats on these beats, I am not slippin' 

At your women, FeBreeze venom, I clean kill 'em 

Green linen, weed so soft I go so hard 

Think of new flows in my old school car 

Windex, no streaks on my glass house, and I know you won't rest that ass 

Bitch, don't get it twisted, hoe, not so fast 

Jets in the cut, niggas just collectin' like scabs 

I smash, brushing my Dickies free of the ash 

A 7 gram bag, ceramic one hitter in my stash 

Not a thread outta place, eyes red, outta space 

Drop bread, get out my face..." 

[Hook] 

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[Verse Three: Smoke DZA] 

"No sucker shit, we G'd up, it's a boss movement 

Just Enjoy This Shit, fuck you thought, stupid? 

Rappers, as if, they all clueless 

Cook up skills like a culinary art student 

We, get it poppin' like we 'sposed to do 

Instead of kissing ass and sucking dick like most of you 

Living on your knees, you got no control 

Fucking haters, kick rocks with open toes 

Lil' mama wanna roll with some winners 

'Cause we got more cheddar and the weed taste better 

Big bambooze pack, my vision stay blurry 

Weed purple like a Lakers away jersey 

Plethora flows, plethora hoes 

Down to do whatever I like, they don't never oppose 

Gold diggers tryna get their purse filled 

But I send 'em straight to voicemail 

DZA 

[Hook]