SNT. ROSE - Smokin' Too Much

Mama said I been smokin too much
Namaste all I need is two blunts
Reaching nirvana
With marijuana
Collecting the guala give me two months
Pullin up in a Lamborghini truck
Showin love but i know it ain't enough
Keep it tucked while these bitches wanna fuck
They believe in love so we dead outta luck
Cause these bitches be trippin on emotions
Got these riches so I'm sippin and I'm hopin
I don't become a victim
I done put the clip in
All these bitches trippin
Cause they know that I'm different
Different with my movements
Listen to the smoothness
You know what the rule is
Got niggas who do this

Got niggas who do this
Yea
But if I didn't rap
You think she would flirt back
Didn't hit her back
I know she gotta be tapped
Had her in the back
Learned she liked to be slapped
But could never forget that it's deeper than that
Could never forget that it's deeper than that

Yea uh huh
Its deeper than rap
Mama said I been smokin too much
Namaste all I need is two blunts
Reaching nirvana
With marijuana
Collecting the guala give me two months
Pullin up in a Lamborghini truck
Showin love but i know it ain't enough
Keep it tucked while these bitches wanna fuck
They believe in love so we dead outta luck

Conflicting thoughts in my mind bout these bitches I be lyin to
Can't ever give her no time
This bitch only wanna know who I'm signing to
Bet she hoping I'm drivin a coupe
Bet she thinking we smokin for two
Smokin in the mirror it ain't gettin clearer cause these bitches can't help you with findin the loot
Definin the truth
the time you in the booth
She was fuckin a nigga that's lookin like you
But she still steady postín bout you and crew
So she better be ready we not cuttin loose

We not cuttin loose from the tight rope
On the way to the top with a tight flo
Big boss on the rise is what I know
Bad bitches by my side I'm on night mode

I been Fightin for the title
While I'm Riding with my side hoooeeee
Nigga
If you fuckin with my image then it better be a typo
Nigga
Cause Imma take it slow
For these niggas that don't
Act correctly when Im not in the room
Indirectly commenting the way that I move
When the flow is deadly and the melody's something you can cry to
And the melody's something you can cry to
I hope you find truth
Yea
Uh huh
Oh shit man that was one of the hoes you know what I'm talkin about shit

Mama said I been smokin too much
Namaste all I need is two blunts
Reaching nirvana
With marijuana
Collecting the guala give me two months
Pullin up in a Lamborghini truck
Showin love but i know it ain't enough
Keep it tucked while these bitches wanna fuck
They believe in love so we dead outta luck
Cause these bitches be trippin on emotions
Got these riches so I'm sippin and I'm hopin
I don't become a victim
I done put the clip in
All these bitches trippin
Cause they know that I'm different
Different with my movements
Listen to the smoothness
You know what the rule is
Got niggas who do this
Got niggas who do this

Yea
Don't fuck with good music nigga
This shit classic you heard
Run it nigga

Written by:
Santiago Rosas

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