Brown Sugar - Smoke DZA & The Smokers Club

Really
Yeah

Material love, they only love me for designer
Them little trips to Aussie, want me to wine and dine you
You think you're hot, Wakanda
Sometimes you need reminders
How many girls I done made hot and never got no finder's (Never got a finder's fee)
Yeah, as I scribble in my mental rhyme book (Uh)
Puff a little ganja (Uh)
Illest in my genre (Right)
Indeed I pledge to keep that edge
Fuck the middleman, let's speak direct
Any error made, I won't repeat that step
I got now, fuck who got next
Uh, let me give you some advice, don't take no advice
That's how I maintained being that nigga all my life
Ice cold before you provoke a nigga
Can't show your hand to everybody, this poker, nigga
Uh, tryna defame my name (Uh)
It's a shame, they lame (Uh)
This for my light skin girls with freckles like Cocaine Lorraine, baow
Uh, yeah
Material love, they only love me for my status
Got a heart like AI and that's in every challenge (Right)
Sing a hustler's ballad
Certified, I'm valid
Hall of fame, a ballot (Uh)
Get your record shattered
Iceberg big, it's light work, kid
I be low, but when the money come, I might surface
Uh, they playin' for shorts, hate for sport
Big nigga, kick your house down, fuck your fort, lil' nigga
Fuck the play-play, you're talkin' to boss, lil' nigga
The one and only don
Michael Corleone
Rolling bomb
Niggas know he's on (Uh)
Gold Lazzy, sittin' so classy, sing a holy song (Song)
Pumpin' shitty product
Harlem diddy bopper
Tell Kitty holler
'Nother fifty-fiver
This package screamin' any louder, it wake up the kids
Kush God, high as fuck, still handlin' biz, baow

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