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Hella Smoke (feat. Wiz Khalifa)

de Rick Ross

As I swim up the Nile River, shawty so wet
Ahh
24 karat, uh
I really feel I was put here to do something special
So let me paint this picture, yo (Maybach Music)

Cop pulling me over, praying, there's hella smoke (Damn)
Looking at my set of rims, assume I'm selling dope
Berry Gordy at forty, it's time to share my notes
Opus, in and out of traps like a set of loafers (Boss)
I tell you, big homie, if you threw me the most
Truly the GOAT 'cause I float like Julio Jones
Student of poems, hungry, the food in my palms
Weed in my lungs, lemon pеpper, then move it along (Huh)
I just wanna turn your vеry life around (Shout it)
Living lavish, have you married in the Eiffel Tower (Let's get it)
Time to touch you slow and beef up your allowance (Ahh)
Rather die a king than live a fucking coward (Boss)
Born into beans, now position of power (Huh)
Move you out the flats, now up in the mountains
For every couple tats, I got an accountant
Restaurant, racecars, bullet, bus and a bouncer

What you doing, fat boy?

Hella smoke, hella smoke
I'm in the Rolls-Royce and I'm blowing hella smoke
Hella smoke, hella smoke
I'm in the double R and we blowing hella smoke
Hella smoke, hella smoke
Just caught a long flight, time to blow some hella smoke

Sex all night got us feeling successful (Yes)
So sentimental, this time we invested (Made it, baby)
I told you: Keep it real, now we the winning team (Mwah)
Meant anything otherwise that I would intervene
And I would leave the very day you wasn't feeling me
A rich nigga, but you can't pay for the chemistry (Ah)
Hand in hand like Missy Elliot and Timothy (Timbo)
Ambulance 'cause these fake niggas really killing me (Baow)
Eight-figure nigga, who could ever dream? (Boss)
Never sold his soul with so much self-esteem (Hahaha)
Hanging out a racecar when I became a meme (Uh)
Hella smoke, I take a knee before I roll the weed (Boss, Maybach Music)

Uh
Hella weed, hella weed
Tryna crack the window, uh

Hella smoke, hella smoke
In the Rolls-Royce and I'm blowing hella smoke
Hella smoke, hella smoke
I'm in the double R and I'm blowing hella smoke
Hella smoke, hella smoke
My homie came home, time to blow some hella smoke
Hella smoke, hella smoke
Time to blow some hella smoke (Uh)

I made it this far without looking in the rearview
This is what the real do
Always make sure I'm gon' eat
And all my niggas get a meal too, blowing pounds of that medical
I put it down 'cause I'm tryna come up
Nigga, we grind till the Sun's up
Ain't into doing it if it ain't fun
Never said it'd be easy, gotta work for it if you really want it
Wake up early, getting to the money
Fixing breakfast for my son, smoke a J to keep me calm
'Cause the world is crazy, niggas trippin' lately
My girl told me in her country niggas killing babies
I work hard every day and that's the difference
You take gratification that's instant over real experience
And that's the reason I stay to myself
It's just me and my niggas
Smoking thousand dollar weed, cigarettes in the villa (Maybach Music)

Hahaha
Gang, gang
Hella kush, hella kush
Everywhere that I go, I smoke hella kush
You know?

Hella smoke, hella smoke
I'm in the Rolls-Royce and I'm blowing hella smoke
Hella smoke, hella smoke
I'm in the double R and we blowing hella smoke (Maybach Music)

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