Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne - Get Smoked songtekst
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[Lil Mouse] 09, we tote; my niggas ain't no joke And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked [Lil Wayne] Uh. I'm rollin, all my niggas rollin, Keep that fuckin red bandana, Hulk Hogan I'm cuttin up like scissors Comin down hard like blizzards I'm getting head while giving head that's a head on collision I'm on a pain pill I keep this shit trill These niggas ain't forreal, Like a fire drill Your hoe on my back, like a fuckin 5th wheel That bitch make her pussy open and close like fish gills I put all my niggas on, but some of them niggas gone Them niggas callin my phone, leave me alone I'm lightin up that strong, then pass it to my bro Numbers don't lie, except 5-0 Different color Trukfit shirts You niggas pull down your skirts If I die of these purp, put a bad bitch in my hearse My hoes lift up they shirts, I'm high as Captain Kirk If we run out of work, we Rob like Burke. Ugh [Hook (x2)] 09, we tote; my niggas ain't no joke And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked [Lil Mouse] Corlay RIP him, Darnell RIP him If you disrespect them, then you gone meet them My niggas rollin for for features; that bitch going, she a eater She was a good girl, I turned her to a eater Hit squad?, yea nigga .30 clip and them hollow tips make him do the running man Glock 40 I'm tuckin it; I'm rolling with my hitters I'll send my hitters out to go get you Hella bands, hella bands, hit the club throwing hella bands Heavy load, throwing hella bands, in the club doing the money dance Hella bands, hella bands, hit the club throwing hella bands Heavy load, throwing hella bands, in the club doing the money dance Niggas talking shit in the club, he better watch his self Melly got the.30 on his hip, he gone need some help I'm a gangster, nigga, and I could do this shit my fucking self Pistol hit his melon; it ain't gone be nothing left [Hook (x2)] 09, we tote; my niggas ain't no joke And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked [Lil Wayne] Runnin around with my gangstas, Runnin up in these yellow hoes Everybody wanna fuck my bitch, her pussy lips like heaven doors It's pussy, money, and kush, Skateboards and shrooms These niggas think they the shit, These niggas perfume Hollygrove, so Hollygrove, all I know is Hollygrove I'm sick with it, I've been diagnosed We don't cut the coke, that's diet coke These niggas broke, I'm paid in full Blood gang, Red Bull My tounge is like a surf board, and her pussy is like a wave pool Tunechi! [Hook (x2)]