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brotha lynch hung - smoke كلمات الأغنية

[intro: brotha lynch hung]
let me hit that sh_t, n_gga
here, n_gga, hit this sh_t, grrr

[verse 1: brotha lynch hung]
i’m smokin’ on some of that granddaddy purple indo smoke
in the bm, rollin’ with the windows low
b_tches lookin’ at a n_gga like he ain’t kinfolks, though (ayy, b_tch)
they wanna put me in a bed and pull the windows closed
i smoke like a chimney, i ain’t got no enemies
so i be smokin’ many trees, thinkin’ like a centipede
grrr, met a b_tch named gelato
coulda been a model, had her doin’ the jaylen waddle
all these b_tches want is n_ggas to take they ass to cabo
fishin’ for tips, i love to see their head bobble
then i smash on the throttle and i’m off to the pad
pocket full of that gary payton with a .9 in the bag
and i’m in the fast lane with a pocket of cash
yeah, i’m rollin’ h_lla high but i’m not finna crash
45 in a 65, lookin’ at the ocean
totin’ blue dream, feelin’ like it’s slow motion
let’s smoke

[chorus: phonk beta | brotha lynch hung]
i’m smokin’, yeah (n_gga, let’s smoke)
i’m chokin’, h_ll yeah (i give ’em they shine, let’s smoke)
gettin’ high today, high today, high today, they steady smokin’
look, n_gga, let’s smoke
smokin’
[verse 2: brotha lynch hung]
yeah, i got on my 24 jersey, yeah, them n_ggas know me
lookin’ at me like kobe, n_ggas call me o.g
i’m high, watch ’em closely, touchin’ on my heat
this indo hit me so sweet but i stay on my feet
’cause they might want some beef (grrr), and i love that beat
i’m the reaper creeper, you runnin’ like wide receiver, deeper, sheesh
smokin’ on that cheech, i got receipts
life is deep, i got that .9 in the back seat
if the math ain’t mathin’, yeah, i’m ’bout that action
there will be distraction, creepin’ up on your peeps
(creepin’ up on your peeps)
isley brother that n_gga, put him between the sheets
(put him between the sheets)
ray rice that n_gga, i got blood all on my cleats
(blood all on my cleats)
just got my ‘6_4, and a brand new pistol
and i’m on the 101 drivin’ like a schitzo
45 in a 65, lookin’ at the ocean
totin’ blue dream feelin’ like it’s slow motion
let’s smoke

[chorus: phonk beta | brotha lynch hung]
i’m smokin’, yeah (n_gga, let’s smoke)
i’m chokin’, h_ll yeah (i give ’em they shine, let’s smoke)
gettin’ high today, high today, high today, they steady smokin’
n_gga, let’s smoke
smokin’
[verse 3: v8]
as i puff on a blunt, blowin’ the smoke out my fronts
try to k!ll, nevs, i need to quit for months and months
but every time i close my eyes, i see the greens
wrapped in plastic, strapped to my jeans (shatter my genes)_
the mary jane leaves a stain on my brain
puffin’ on indo smoke, my brain puff out a vein but still maintain
my whole composure, puffin’ on doja
off the cookies and sh_t, i thought i told ya
i grow my own sh_t, keepin’ it steady
can’t harvest yet, tryin’ clones not ready
you ever see me comin’ in my drop_top ‘stang
you better run ’cause i’ma treat you like saddam hussein
with the blunt in my mouth, better yet, a backwood
stuffed with wedding cake and it’s that good
mmm, yeah, i keep ’em in line (keep ’em in line)
but if they homie, i’ll give ’em the shine
so let’s smoke

[chorus: phonk beta | v8]
i’m smokin’, yeah (i give ’em they shine, let’s smoke)
i’m chokin’, h_ll yeah (let’s smoke)
gettin’ high today, high today, high today, they steady smokin’
let’s smoke
smokin’

- brotha lynch hung

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