paroles de chanson Smoke - Zacgocrazy

Stayin' in my groove
Nauseous cause I drank, I am not sippin' on no booze
Married to the money, I can't stop, I can't snooze
Told this bitch to shut the fuck up, go stick to the rules

Yeah, I got bands in this fuckin' bitch
You try slidin', you get jammed with the fuckin' blick
Mercilago too damn fuckin' quick, can't take pic with it
Tell me problems, I don't give a shit like what you think this is

Popped a shroom, get creative
Skrrr
I cannot changed for a hoe im in the passenger movin slow
I'm percolatin' inside the front seat, hopefully, I don't pull out the pole
Pussy nigga tryna talk out this motherfuckin' body, the bullets spinnin' around his dome

Smoke a gelato, I'm high off the planet, inside of this bitch, E-T call home
Ha, I beat the bitch backbone, just look at that jacket, that lil' bitch is chrome
You dissin' me, I'm in your books like a gnome, your bitch is a hoe, how the fuck you ain't know
Damn, I want a refund, sippin' on drank need tums, and this bitch really ain't no fun

G-19 with a beam and a drum, push up and get put in my lungs, woah
Gotta get it from the bottom to top, this bitch givin' top, I get guap
You niggas is shitty cannot take a spot, I pop me a Tab and then Milly Rock
That bitch say that she hungry, I feed her cock, you got pistol, but you not gon' bust the Glock

Pourin' codeine straight, I don't do shots, you cannot respawn, this shit ain't Roblox
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, this shit is dead, pourin' drank right out the pint, this shit goin' to my head
Fuck a conversation, discussion, I'm seein' red, sippin' on some meds

Try and run up on the kid, smoke comin' out your leg, yeah, yeah, that's what you get, bitch
Riding with this .40 pistol, gotta make confessin
High grade pack, you're not invited to my session
Like, you'll get that shit took, pussy nigga, stop the flexin

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