rottenlungz - Smoke Magus

I look around, man nobody dropping
Grown ass men steady claiming that they popping
Can't believe my ears, please ya need to just drop it
Shell by shell load it up, then lock it
Like Lil Keed, man ya need to just stop it
Heart turn cold, yeah I keep it in a locket
Fuck wit Azmatic, leave ya knees out of socket
Wood grain handle blade I keep it in my pocket
Knick nack paty wack give a dog a bone
If the dog bite, let that dog feel the chrome
Ever do me wrong, ima pull up at ya home
Always with the blade so I'm never really lone
Always kept it playa from dusk till dawn
Baby ima pimp got ya hoe on the phone
Raised in Miami yeah home of the shone
Break down a 8th smoke a blunt then I'm gone
Tell me, what you really know bout me
Only what I share, hope it's obvious to see

Written by:
Carlos Velazquez

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