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i found god - lofty305 lyrics

[intro: lofty305]
b*tch, watch me do my thing
hashish and [?]
on my brain, how i’mma flip this coke, sell this ’caine
and you know what it do, let us pop a champagne bottle for the zu
and if you a trick then i ain’t got no clue ’bout what my crew had came through to do

[verse 1: lofty305]
yeah i’m reekin’ of crip
trappin’ all these hoes in pursuit of the grip
and this in the brown bag that i sip is as cold as my soul, smokin’ buds in this b*tch
if, you emanate hate just wait
’till the real n*gga clean the slate
permanently, blowin’ in the dusk
higher than a motherf*cker, i don’t give a f*ck (‘chyea)

[verse 2: lofty305]
basehead cap on, yeah a n*gga strap on
mushroom caps, i’m just trying to relax, dawg
lofty305, doin’ shrooms, gettin’ high
lofy305, gettin’ real high, yeah a n*gga real high yeah
and the way i do my thing so lowkey
broke hoes, i avoid ’em like the police
no trees, but best believe a n*gga got hash
and i be focused on the future, not past
got [?] on deck like a bakery
sorta like fuel when a n*gga make beats
f*ck n*gga talkin’ sh*t, and he eight deep
i ain’t worried, everybody gettin’ two each (‘chyea)

- lofty305 lyrics

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