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Mac Miller - Smoke Rings Lyrics

[Intro: Skinny Triks]
Skinny
Smoke Triks
Mac Miller
Yo

[Chorus: Skinny Triks]
We be blowin' them smoke rings
Put your L up in the air, I ain't joking
Hotbox with the windows up downtown, we be transporting
All the work that we got that the feds can't stop us from importing
Bitches call us the smoke kings
We be blowin' them smoke rings
Put your L up in the air, I ain't joking
Hotbox with the windows up downtown, we be transporting
All the work that we got that the feds can't stop us from importing
Bitches call us the smoke kings
We be blowin' them smoke rings

[Verse 1: Skinny Triks]
This week as smoke kings, if you down for smoking
Have an ounce of [?] to bring
We posted, loafing
Skinny, Mac Miller, smokе tricks, Big Jerm reporting
Reporting livе from Pittsburgh district
Where we hit purp out of thick spliffs
Wake up in the mornin', pompously posture
Puffin' that purp, sippin' Patrón
Just got back at my main mans
Been posted, twerkin' zones
Servin' strong to the community
But feds won't give impunity
To reckless teenagers who be just tryna flip some [?], G
[?] change 'em aways
Went from blazin' the J
Skippin' classes, flippin' purp to get paid
[?]
I wish I could bring back all the times I had that
Instead of playin' it cool with these mad men
Prada polo, pride and prejudice in each of my decisions
Beats inspire rhythm, endless scenes that I envision
All conceived in my mind's fission and fusion of distant illusions
Mirages in the nuclear factory be distractin' me
[Chorus: Skinny Triks & Mac Miller]
We be blowin' them smoke rings
Put your L up in the air, I ain't joking
Hotbox with the windows up downtown, we be transporting
All the work that we got that the feds can't stop us from importing
Bitches call us the smoke kings
'Cause we be blowin' them smoke rings
Put your L up in the air, I ain't joking
Hotbox with the windows up downtown, we be transporting
All the work that we got that the feds can't stop us from importing
(Hey, hey, mm-hmm)
Bitches call us the smoke kings (Hey, mm-hmm)
We be blowin' them smoke rings

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
I got twenty-four hours in a day
And every second counts when you tryna get that cake like a birthday (Uh-huh)
'Cause bein' broke is the worst way
I'm runnin' in the race, tryna come in first place
Got my money right, didn't drop an album
Outcome, a couple hundred thousand got me wildin'
Stylin', grab some bitches, head out to the islands
Rhymin', puttin' every second of my time in
I am a lion, Rostrum had me signin'
So now we gettin' money, multiplyin'
Flows how I design 'em
These haters always cryin' 'bout this white bitch
Flyin' at these speeds, had these bitches nauseous
Saw you through the cockpit, it's in my pocket
Leave you mad like you just stepped in some dog shit
Stop what you're doin', go and watch this
Motherfucker, I got this, it's nonsense
[Chorus: Skinny Triks]
We be blowin' them smoke rings
Put your L up in the air, I ain't joking
Hotbox with the windows up downtown, we be transporting
All the work that we got that the feds can't stop us from importing
Bitches call us the smoke kings
We be blowin' them smoke rings
Put your L up in the air, I ain't joking
Hotbox with the windows up downtown, we be transporting
All the work that we got that the feds can't stop us from importing
Bitches call us the smoke kings
'Cause we be blowin' them smoke rings

[Outro: Mac Miller]
Haha, yeah
Pittsburgh, D.C., what's good?
Skinny, what's good, bruh? Roll another, alright? Let's go