Code Orange

Smoke DZA

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    [Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
    You smell that fragrance
    You know my steez, you know my squad, you know what my name is
    The hoes call me Smokey
    Rub me down, low key
    Smell that strand, I mean that stench my cologne is OG
    Oh he
    Only talk about weed and counting loot
    But what the fuck did you expect?
    That's what I like to do
    Shit on your best outfit
    And I'm on my old school Harlem, best-out shit
    Who house this?
    I'm in your fridge about to fix a plate
    Feet all over your table like I own the place
    On my Calvin shit
    Slide your sister, show your brother cheese
    Like "Sorry Ms. Billups, we going out to eat."
    I got a hustler's aura
    Plus I'm a 9-11 nigga with morals
    I don't owe you niggas shit, I ain't got nothing for ya
    Unless you my CoDee, you don't know me, nigga blow me

    [Bridge: Mad Max]
    OK I'll burn the goddamn house down
    But blow me first, how dare you, how fucking dare you
    Rrraaarggghh

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    [Verse 2: Smoke DZA]
    I get it in, buckets like Gilligan
    Plus the riddles I riddle like I'm on Ritalin
    Competition is little cause I get rid of them
    I'm illa' then, whoever that you considerin'
    I give a fuck how niggas feelin' bout who's hot, son
    Cause opinions are like Facebook, everybody got one
    I ain't into fiction, that's a James Cameron feel
    I'm more like Michael Moore, what I document is real
    I hate a nigga trying to give advice
    Talking that killer shit and he don't live that life
    Focus up
    Don't fuck up your day shift
    Go ahead and miss me with that "back-in-the-day" shit
    Niggas will tell you anything, foolery
    Whole lifestyle just ghetto buffoonery
    I'm on your heels, niggas better pay homage
    It's fair warnin' cause the game's on orange

    [Outro: Mad Max]
    You look like a fucking bitch in heat
    And if you get raped by a pack of niggers it'll be your fault. All right?
    That's my fucking mistake, because I should've woke you up and said, 'fucking blow me, bitch.'
    I should've fucking woken you up and said 'blow me.' You would've liked that better, yeah?
    (Panting) Because you got problems, more than me
    You know how to fucking push my buttons

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