Straw Chairs lyrics

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[Verse 1: YUNG MUTT]
Shawty wanna f*ck
Told her, "b*tch, you outta luck, came only to smoke"
No, this ain't no joke, I don't f*ck b*tches I don't know or trust
Got a dozen blunts of dust and b*tch, I'm 'bout to burn
No, it ain't your turn
Blunts to my face
Solo blowin' smoke rings, choking
I'm a dope fiend, smoking 'til my death, I'm hoping
Put me in my coffin, 'cause I'm coughin' up my lungs
(Put me in my coffin, 'cause I'm coughin' up my lungs)

[Verse 2: $LICK $LOTH]
Bi-b*tches keep on calling, but I ain't got no service
PayPal me that cash if you looking for verses
Always on narcotics, even when I say I stopped it
Walking with a limp, looking like I got arthritis
Twenty cigarettes in my motherf*cking car
Ridin' 'round town, I just popped a half a bar
Ridin' with your b*tch, as she bust down the cigar
Yeah, I'm ridin' with yo b*tch, as she bust down the cigar, I'm sayin'
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