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• Artiste: Caskey
• Titre: Smoke Til I Can't
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Fuck around and get Wiz Khalifa on this bitch Probably the only one that could keep up I smoke 'til I can't, I'm covered in dank I just left out of California, came to fuck up the bank And I got the jewelry on me and it's wet like the paint And I ain't come to be a saint, I think I'm everything they ain't I smoke 'til I can't, whoa, I smoke 'til I can't Yeah, I smoke 'til I can't I got the jewelry on me and it's dripping in dank And I just pulled up to the bank, and I ain't come to be a saint I smoke 'til I can't, yeah, in the kitchen and it's Taysty She put so many drugs in the blunt that I nickname her Lacy And I ain't out chasing a high, man, a high finna chase me I'm blowing kush like the AC, move too many, man, the plug gotta pace me Don't play with my paper, I'm only gon' shop if it's full You a bitch and you don't even do all the shit that you want, hey I get that bread by the loaf, said I'ma hit up the coast, left and came back in a ghost You can't decide if you love her or not, never had that type debate with the knots I got that Glock on my waist while I'm smoking, I ain't finna box Yeah, and I got a car full of bops, and I'm riding on the opps And I'ma work my lil wrist, give 'em something to watch, yeah And I can't fuck with you if you would fuck with the cops I smoke 'til I can't, I'm covered in dank I just left out of California, came to fuck up the bank I got the jewelry on me and it's dripping in paint And I ain't come to be a saint, and I'm everything they ain't I smoke 'til I can't, I smoke 'til I can't Yeah, whoa, I smoke 'til I can't Yeah, I smoke 'til I can't Whoa, yeah, yeah Ay, Weezy left the family All I used to bump was Weezy back in the Camry, damn They don't see me break a sweat, they never understand me Yeah, but I got ultimate faith in myself, you a Plan B I work from LA to Miami, life a beach, shit, I love when it's sandy Yeah, and I got too many bitches and y'all busy scramblin' I go and make me a profit and spend it on gamblin' I'm in the streets, the music industry shady, whoa Just did a 180, they talk about me 'cause I signed up with Baby I got a problem getting to the money, I'ma pull up on somebody, tell 'em to pay me Get it out the mud, get a thousand pills, clients mad 'cause I ain't selling 'em lately Looking at my wrist, looking at my bitch, people really underestimate me I be myself and let the press debate me, they love me broke, I think it's best they hate me When I hit the strip in Vegas, feeling like I'm 2Pac, they wanna decimate me I fuck her and don't even try, and I still impress her, baby Whoa, I'm smoking on broccoli I go to sleep on top of the money with two girls on top of me I smoke 'til I can't, I smoke 'til I can't I just left out of California with a car full of dank I got the jewelry on me and it's wet like the paint And I ain't come to be a saint, bitch, I'm everything they ain't I smoke 'til I can't, I smoke 'til I can't Yeah, whoa, I smoke 'til I can't Yeah, yeah, I smoke 'til I can't Yeah, I smoke 'til I can't We preach peace and love and tolerance, but we don't act on it. We say that this world is going to a shithole, but we are the reason why, because we do not accept others and their differences. We say we do, but our actions speak a lot louder than our words