Letra de 42 - Smoke DZA & The Smokers Club

(Feat. The Smokers Club)

Gettin' money, smokin' weed, they think that's all we do (Haha)

The daughter twenty-five, mother fourty-two, we sippin' '42 (Yeah)

Plug stuffed with a bunch of work, I got it all reduced (Yeah)

As long as we can re-up, then we gon' recoup

I'm a personal shopper's dream, a bad bitch's flex

I'm into bigger things, I'm into bigger checks

I'm into black markets, business I ain't finish yet

A bunch of seven-digit plays sparked my interest (Ah)

Text my nigga Al, tell him send the jack (Thank you)

Life flows, ice cold like Winnipeg

Me and my syndicate, heavy on the fetty, got the dinner set

Shit I can't be postin' on the internet

Through the riddles, it's my life in these bars

Really, that might be my flaw

Niggas like Smoke, dog, drive like you got work in the car

I'm like, "Yeah, nigga, that's 'cause I got work in the car"

If I have my driver with me, might've burned a cigar

I was on a dolo mission, it was just me and my thoughts

It's a lot of jealous niggas, lot of schemin', of course (Really?)

That's why I get my coins, flee and get lost

(Really?)

Gettin' money, smokin' weed, they think that's all we do (Uh)

The daughter twenty-five, mother fourty-two, we sippin' '42 (Yeah)

Plug stuffed with a bunch of work, I got it all reduced (Uh)

As long as we can re-up, then we gon' recoup

Unexpectedly like bird shit, [?]

That new shit, that DSR 2 shit

Nigga extra smooth like [?] with the toothpick

Out in Spain for seasons, Madrid

They whole style is mid

They ain't do it wavy like I did

Fuck it, Cartier on the eye lens

Ah, hoopidly, things flowin' [?]

Double twenty pointer tennis chains goin' stupidly

Old Harlem my backdrop, just hit the jackpot

G63, that's the snack box

Shit dirty like sewer hair

Nigga play Miami like Truth or Dare

Little bag with me, I blew it there

Shawty say I'm [?] for dead Cleon [?], little haters a souvenir

Uh

Gettin' money, smokin' weed, they think that's all we do (Uh)

The daughter twenty-five, mother fourty-two, we sippin' '42 (Uh)

Plug stuffed with a bunch of work, I got it all reduced

Yeah

As long as we can re-up, then we gon' recoup

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