DON’T WORRY ABOUT WHAT THE f#ck HE BE DOING. IT’S DJ SMOKEY
DABAHOLICS
NUKE RADIO
NUKE RADIO, WE MAKE YOUR EARDRUMS BLEED
I treat this f#ckin’ Cleezy like I didn’t pay 15
I’m a big boy, I can’t fit in no Celine
Pouring up this red this Faygo looks like it’s Supreme
Another pint of mud this Plein is popping from it’s seams
You think you sipping good but everything’s not what it seems
Big buffs on my face I can’t tell you what I’ve seen
Cream soda dirty but my mud it is so clean
I’m nodding off in public you mistake me as a fiend
Sold a fraction of the Bitcoin for a 8
I don’t like to get high I just like the taste
I cool with the gang, we put filters on our face
I just opened up a BOA account inside the Chase
I’m retarded, how the song go?
One wrong pill turn John Smith to John Doe
9 on my lap if I up it then you gonzo
Walk into the function pocket filled with garbanzo’s
DAMN SON THIS MUST BE A DJ SMOKEY EXCLUSIVE
LEGALIZE NUCLEAR BOMBS
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