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your boy, sk - cruising & chilling كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
cruising
cruising and chilling
homies make moves tryna see smoother living
cruise and we k!ll it
after wrapping and stacking and ashing
more packing more wrapping till the shxt hits the fan
like it’s nothing
on god, still we hot box in public

[verse 1]
rolling floating flowing gold, i need some jeans and a zippo fully dipped in old
like on the wild wild a west could just clip your dome, or infiltrate your zone, pull an extendo flows
bong in the backpack, rolling with a snapback
take a n-ggas shine ‘cuz his hats made of ratchets
had to ride it solo in the night to the weed man
feeling like a boss did it quicker than a snapchat

i told ’em mars is evil, but they call me mars bars, so my bars are lethal
inhale, slow burn don’t defeat the purpose, spilling thick juice out won’t defeat the purple
abstract rad n-gga come extract the potion, better work up on your view world of universal motions
say a word or a prayer, n-ggas chilling ’round here, seen as gods to the earth and the thrones to the heir

[chorus]
still cruise and we k!ll it x3
light it up in the dark
make a mission to the park, we gon’ smoke up in the car
drive by hitting spliffs, we gon’ get a new brick
rolling deep ‘cuz we ’bout to get lit, with the gods on the trip
still cruise and we k!ll it, still cruise and we k!ll it
my n-ggas

[verse 2]
chilling, chin chilling let the trilla loud, simmer down
f-ck a n-ggas shxt up like a h-lla sound ground an pound, better pipe down your bragging pounds still from the ground

but that’s me there too, i’m throwing back to the park highs right after school
i know it’s rude you think i’m crude, but we be showing up stoned to rehearsals

the system fed us a lie, so we be down to get high
and pull up separate since our methods all connect us to god
mommy van pull in and the beats all go hard
chilling in the hill f-cking missions with my squad

bagful of shwagg, bagful of dank, either way we light it up, we gon’ leave it stanky
airing out the whip still tripping from the bankie
hot headed n-ggas blowing o’s for the cam g

these the same dudes saying that my raps were shaky
now we growing up this sh-t bumps like spankings
from beach bum b-tches who just curbing lame n-ggas
games i ain’t figured, flames i ain’t fl1ckered yet

to be honest i ain’t had to creep in a minute, sh-t
since i switched coasts seems the liqour always causing sh-t
i’m just tryna take it back to smoking sh-t and drinking sh-t, now we getting h-lla lit, city trips are h-lla dipped

- your boy sk

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