Smokin' Rollin

Album: Stay Trippy (2013)
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    Codeine in my system, man this life outstanding
    Feel like I'm on another planet, I don't plan on landing
    My Audemar is iced out, ice cream soft served
    Prescription pills, prescription weed, drink prescription cough syrup
    My swag belong on the short bus, I'm smokin' out in my tour bus
    I'm chasing after that long money and I don't take no short cuts
    Where the hell is we headed, I don't know but I'm high
    I roll another zip of that fire, scream Taylor Gang or die
    A zip and a double cup, bitch I'm pourin' up
    Introduce ya to the fast life, but I'm slow as fuck
    Bad bitch she take a sip, after that she open up
    Livin' like a rock star, I never been sober bruh

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    Ugh, smashing out, lashing out, keeping these bitches cashing out
    Licking they ass, passing out, don't give a fuck if they mad or not
    What you gon' do when they come for you, I'mma bust back like a hog would do
    Macking game, on the lose, sip the foam, cup the deuce
    High pursuit for a prostitute, hoes wanna choose, what's stopping you
    That nigga there cock blocking you, I'mma show you what a rock baller do
    I might rip the road like Pendergrass, Pimp C, ain't Teddy P
    I just jump in the Benz and smash the gas, she wanna give me some ass,
    But the dick ain't free Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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