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 Cigarettes on cigarettes 
Cigarettes on cigarettes 
Cigarettes on cigarettes 
Cigarettes on cigarettes. 
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank 
I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank 
I miss my cocoa butter kisses 
I miss my cocoa butter kisses. 
Okie dokie, alkie, keep it lowkey like thor lil bro 
Or he'll go blow the loudy, saudy of sour saudi 
Wiley up off peyote, wilding like that coyote 
If I sip any henny, my belly just might be outie 
Pull up inside a huggy, starsky & hutch a dougie 
I just opened up the pack in an hour I'll ash my lucky 
She just yelling 'fuck me' 
Two weeks she'll be yelling fuck me 
Tonight she just yelling 'fuck me' 
Two weeks she'll be yelling fuck me 
Used to like orange cassette tapes with timmy, tommy, and chuckie 
And chuck e. cheese's pizzas, jesus pieces, sing jesus love me 
Visine inside my eyes so my grandma would fucking hug me 
Oh generation above me, yeah, know you still remember me. 
Cigarettes on cigarettes 
Cigarettes on cigarettes 
Cigarettes on cigarettes 
Cigarettes on cigarettes. 
I will smoke a little something but I don't inhale 
Everywhere that I go, everywhere they be asking how's it going 
Say the going's well, go figure, victor's light skinned 
Jesus got me feeling like colin powell, all praise to the god 
God knows he's a pro, he's a pro like cointel 
Check, check mate, check me take me to the bedroom 
Let me know me well, I mean normally 
You see norma jean wouldn't kick it with farmer phil 
But these kids these days, they get so high 
Burn trees, smoke chlorophyll, 'til they can't feel. 
Got me feeling like lauryn hill, miseducated, my dick delegated 
Rap bill bellamy, they said I shoulda never made it 
Probably been dead or in jail 
Deadbeat dad, enough of that jazz 
Asshole, absinthe up in that glass 
Are we there yet? ice cubes in a bong 
Rip, brain dead, take a tug then pass 
Then pass. 
I think we all addicted 
I think we all addicted, yeah... 
I think we all addicted 
I think we all addicted. 
Cigarettes on cigarettes 
Cigarettes on cigarettes 
Cigarettes on cigarettes 
Cigarettes on cigarettes. 
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank 
I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank 
I miss my cocoa butter kisses 
I miss my cocoa butter kisses 
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank 
I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank 
Cocoa butter kisses 
I miss my cocoa butter kisses, yeah... 
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