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smoke dza & flying lotus - drug trade, pt. 2 كلمات الأغنية

[intro: smoke dza]
yeah, uh
rfc
really, my son vo asked me if i have my tap dance shoes on
n_gga we back for the re_up, uh

[verse 1: smoke dza]
one time for the transport, [???] sh_t
whole assembly lit, duckin’ penalties and felony riffs
they still tryna take the west coast strips, to get the packs
not knowing they gon’ spend way more, then bring it back
f_cking fools keep believing what they seeing on the maps
this sh_t is premium, cap
you think they screaming the facts
nah, this sh_t is pathetic, can see the aesthetics is off
they naming thesе strains, don’t know the genetics at all
i nеver recall seeing them n_ggas involved
bottom feeders, they pinched off
n_ggas always been synced off, yeah
n_gga i been b_lls, ten clip for the in_store
copy that family tenfold, carry on for like indoor, uh
this is ice cube lynch mark, nah
this is new nights, ten [???], bad b_tches i import, yeah
shake the market, n_gga, f_ck the system
new bags, hit the spot with the deluxe edition, dza
[chorus: smoke dza and benny the butcher]
drug farms, higher prices mean to floods arm
need bigger scales to put the bud on
gloves on, strictly been this mean the love’s gone
i met the plug that put my plug on
drug farms, higher prices mean to floods arm (rah)
need bigger scales to put the bud on
gloves on, (you n_ggas trippin’, straight) strictly been, this mean the love’s gone
i met (n_gga,) the plug that (yo) put my plug on

[verse 2: benny the butcher]
i’m the motherf_cking pyrex man
light your stove, lock your door
drop the cope, rock your heart
when they smoke it like they jah
you don’t open up your safe with a remote, knock it off
i got a soap opera broad, you cope, but don’t shop at ross
you know the money from the game dirty, you ‘posed to wash it off
trust me, you know how much stress a dope charger cost?
listen, you dumb n_ggas can’t put rose parcel fours, i been rich for five years now, and, so far i’m bored
it’s funny, these n_ggas runnin’ off of work and think they getting over
but we might [???] you a brick at you and get to know you
to get the oil out, we tilt it over
we put it on a napkin, and try the other side, you gotta flip it over
y’all don’t garner no respect, you partner up with rats
and imma be the first to put a starbucks in the trap
uh, now look how far upstate came
spent life in the drug trade game as the duct tape gang, it’s butch

[chorus: smoke dza]
drug farms, higher prices mean to floods arm
need bigger scales to put the bud on
gloves on, strictly been this mean the love’s gone
i met the plug that put my plug on
drug farms, higher prices mean to floods arm
need bigger scales to put the bud on
gloves on, strictly been this mean the love’s gone
i met the plug that put my plug on

[verse 3: black thought]
ayo, load this [???] with this of another banger, black
[???] take this sh_t to the temple, another chamber for the network
award_winning composer, a range of rapper’s net worth
whose prolly in my closet on a hang of these fools
it’s out of pocket, they p_ssy is joe exotic
it’s cool, philly be f_ckin’ with pro 2’s over logic at night
we might surface for just, the right purchase
my main purpose is keeping sh_t connected, like, cursed of it
any room, assume, i’m as real as any n_gga there
and black as huey newton coolin’ in the wicker chair
looking here, y’all just play the field like i bring it there
i get deeper then a navy seal, tell your engine there to run
here that onion come, every barber’s one on one
coming from where everybody talks like a [???]
used to push the range rover truck, that was cumbersome
i had to give it up, like when james get a drum or sum’
the ham of god, gantuan god, it’s hard dancing with
philly n_gga ask “what’s good?” y’all know the answer [???] cancerous, god game like a televangelist
kidnap your trap, smoke tell em’ what the ransom is
choke rappers with a thunder boat, while they under oath
one shot, one k!ll, want approach, ain’t n0body comin’ close
fathers’ lyricism just a couple goats
rappers sing they make it to my level, no the f_ck you won’t
[outro: black thought]
listen, i am the legendary god_d_mn!
yeah, the legendary god_d_mn!
ayo, the legendary god_d_mn!
uh, let’s get it man

- smoke dza flying lotus

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