This is a song about "Girls who smok"

Just for my sanity baby right now you need to speak

My only cure is pretty girls who gon let me peep

And i keep a fly girl like jenny from the block

'cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught

Gotta handle your own

Leave sweet, good hearted girls alone.

Rich girls don't even look at girls that was the notion

I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Adabo to my haters

We should appreciate the girls

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

Like girls who have never been a bitch, i feel an itch

Who ya think ya is bitch, one of the girls

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