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Inhale (feat. Styles P & Dave East)

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Inhale (feat. Styles P & Dave East) - Smoke DZA & Curren$y Lyrics


Hey, man, am I driving okay?
I think we're parked, man
Shit
I'm in the compound, high as giraffe pussy
Set free, you know



Uh, I'm on gas like DP

Five-hour session, got enough for a EP

Touch down on the West Side

Kush God style, ain't nothin' like free weed

Six hours on commercial but if feel a little faster if you flyin' on G3

High def DZA, right, I'm livin' life in 3D

Mmm, gosh, I'm lit

Kiss the sky, thank God for this

Alexander Wang on my Goddess fits

Stay laced and anonymous

All-day I'm smokin' personals, little steak and some Merlot

Stay dripped in the Burg though

Shit, the freezer where the birds go

My favorite lady is a Virgo

I got a Turkey Bag stashed in my Yeezy box

Emergency option if I need some pot

In a safe place 'case the deeds come stop

Do the speed limit whether we got P's or not

Uh huh, I made it through, I had you ponderin'

I just checked out of the Mondrian

The pack touched down, it's the comments when laidback with a ganja grin

Ha ha ha



Ballin' in public but flyin' private

Me and [?] on the low higher than a bitch though

Lookin' for the answers and you know I got it

Passenger ride, might let my bitch drive it

Started out hustlin' with a couple of dollars

Now the money pilin' and it's not a problem

Started out hustlin' with a couple of dollars

Now the car's hella options, smokin' exotics

Ballin' in public but flyin' private

Me and [?] on the low higher than a bitch though

Lookin' for the answers and you know I got it

Passenger ride, might let my bitch drive it

Started out hustlin' with a couple of dollars

Now the money pilin' and it's not a problem

Started out hustlin' with a couple of dollars

Now the car's hella options, smokin' exotics



Backwoods, doobies lit, chick with a doobie in the woods

Get all that money back, yeah, that's movie shit

Pardon I, I ain't Schoolboy but this groovy shit

Pardon you, watch where you steppin', yeah, this Louis shit

Smoke DZA, SP the Ghost smoke that gooey shit

Cross us, you gon' be the nigga that shit Uzi hits

My nigga DZA sayin', "Riiiight"

Shoot with my left, I was never right

Dope boy? Yeah, I love the dope

Pot head? Yeah, I love to smoke

Montana? Yeah, I love the coke

Laughin' hard? Yeah, I love to joke

Eatin' clean? Yeah, I love the plants

Six shooters? Yeah, I love to dance

Murder rappers? Yeah, I love the chance

Grindin' hard because I love the fans

What up?

Why you think they call me Ghost?

He's heroine, why you think they call me dope?

Righteous nigga, why you think they call me pope? (I am)

Sayin' less, why you think I get the most?



Ballin' in public but flyin' private

Me and [?] on the low higher than a bitch though

Lookin' for the answers and you know I got it

Passenger ride, might let my bitch drive it

Started out hustlin' with a couple of dollars

Now the money pilin' and it's not a problem

Started out hustlin' with a couple of dollars

Now the car's hella options, smokin' exotics

Ballin' in public but flyin' private

Me and [?] on the low higher than a bitch though

Lookin' for the answers and you know I got it

Passenger ride, might let my bitch drive it

Started out hustlin' with a couple of dollars

Now the money pilin' and it's not a problem

Started out hustlin' with a couple of dollars

Now the car's hella options, smokin' exotics



Woke up in a hotel, a bunch of narcotics (Woke up)

You call me in the hood if you wanted exotic (Call me)

Married to the ghetto, fell in love with the projects (Love)

Get fly every day, chances are I'ma die fresh

Wide awake since I did my deal, I do not rest (I'm up)

I talked to Nas, tried to invest in the Gaup stretch

Maybach in the gutter, that's the car that the cops press

Your man died young, type of shit hard to digest (It's hard)

This shit is such a humblin' process

That Rollie ain't real, nigga, let's take a watch test (Come here)

I come from the field where them niggas apply pres' (Pres')

Sure as I ever been, you hate me but God bless

Tryna play the game but you ain't got no cards left

I be all over your bitch lips like Carmex

Ordered all the Henny, tell 'em no more at the bar left (No more)

Air Max and pennies, padded go by the armrest

I just got a chain and a watch to charm next

Brand new dope out, we let your aunt test

Don't let this shit get out of context

I don't see competition, know this shit ain't no contest (I don't see 'em)

Monkey bars, I'm doin' park sess

Shoot, won every game but you ain't got the heart yet (Game)

Shut your mouth, you do not get to talk yet

Mad at the juice bar, they ain't got no bark left



Ballin' in public but flyin' private

Me and [?] on the low higher than a bitch though

Lookin' for the answers and you know I got it

Passenger ride, might let my bitch drive it

Started out hustlin' with a couple of dollars

Now the money pilin' and it's not a problem

Started out hustlin' with a couple of dollars

Now the car's hella options, smokin' exotics

Ballin' in public but flyin' private

Me and [?] on the low higher than a bitch though

Lookin' for the answers and you know I got it

Passenger ride, might let my bitch drive it

Started out hustlin' with a couple of dollars

Now the money pilin' and it's not a problem

Started out hustlin' with a couple of dollars

Now the car's hella options, smokin' exotics



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