[Intro] Cigarettes on cigarettes, cigarettes on cigarettes Cigarettes on cigarettes, cigarettes on cigarettes
[Chorus] Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank I miss my cocoa butter kisses I miss my cocoa butter kisses
[Verse] Okie dokie, alchy, keep it low-key like Thor, lil bro Or he'll go blow the loudy, saudy of sour Saudi Wiley up off peyote, wilding like that coyote If I sip any Henny, my belly just might be outie Pull up inside a huggy, Starsky & Hutch a dougie I just opened up the pack, in an hour, I'll ash my lucky She just yelling "Fuck me" Two weeks, she'll be yelling, "Fuck me" Tonight, she yelling, "Fuck me" Two weeks, she'll be yelling, "Fuck me" Used to like orange cassette tapes with Timmy, Tommy, and Chuckie And Chuck E. Cheese's pizzas, Jesus pieces, sing Jesus love me Visine inside my eyes so my grandma would fucking hug me Oh, generation above me, yeah, I know you still remember me
[Refrain] Cigarettes on cigarettes, cigarettes on cigarettes Cigarettes on cigarettes, cigarettes on cigarettes
[Verse 2] I will smoke a little something but I don't inhale Everywhere that I go, everywhere they be asking how's it going Say the going gets well, go figure, Victor's light skinned Jesus got me feeling like Colin Powell, all praise to the God God knows he's a pro, he's a pro like COINTEL Check, checkmate, check me, take me to the bedroom Let me know me well, I mean normally You see Norma Jean wouldn't kick it with Farmer Phil But these kids these days, they get so high Burn trees, smoke chlorophyll, 'til they can't feel Got me feeling like Lauryn Hill, miseducated, my dick delegated Rap Bill Bellamy, they shoulda never made it Probably been dead or in jail Deadbeat dad, enough of that jazz Asshole, absinthe up in that glass Are we there yet? Ice cubes in a bong We're brain dead, take a tug and then pass, then pass
[Bridge] I think we all addicted I think we all addicted, yeah I think we all addicted I think we all addicted
[Refrain] Cigarettes on cigarettes, cigarettes on cigarettes Cigarettes on cigarettes, cigarettes on cigarettes
[Chorus] Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank I miss my cocoa butter kisses I miss my cocoa butter kisses Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank Cocoa butter kisses, I miss my cocoa butter kisses, yeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
