CHILLIN' IN THE BOOTH (PROD. BVKER)

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LYRICS:

Intro:
(gahdamn bro, the fuck you put in this shit?)
(smoking on that, smoking on that, that goon pack)
(yo this shit hit, damn)
(yeah we chillin in the booth)
(smoking on that pack)

I be chilling in the booth (Chilling)
Roll me up a boof or maybe 2 (Maybe 2)
Sounds like something that a rapper would do (Aye)
I was smoking way before it was cool, you ain't new

Why the fuck you looking at me like that?
You got paranoia? Scared the broke boy might go 'round and get more paper than you know?
Ya gotta keep hating on the man on a mission
Imma tell you to your face, i don't do no sneak dissing

Or maybe i do
But you wouldn't know (Nah)
See the glare behind the glass, that means you finished, hoe (Yuh)
I'm not hearing what you're saying, it don't matter, no (No)
All i hear is that you yapping, what you saying bro?

I can't understand, your shit lame, your shit is ass
All these people be retarded, how they listening to that?
But to each it is their own, i don't give a shit, i'm gone
I'm just saying what i feel, you got a problem? Then move on

All these snowflakes everywhere but it's not winter (It's not winter)
We all know that life's not fair, i'm like a splinter
'Cause i be stuck up in your skin
And i did her like a young pimp playa, i be feeling like a winner (Like a winner, yuh)

(Yo that was kinda fire tho, we might have to- might have to replay that, that was good bro, yeah bro, aight)