| Bitch can’t kill my vibe
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| Bitch can’t kill my vibe
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| I was on percs and weed and drink
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| She tried to look in my eyes
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| But I had the Dior’s on, she can’t
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| Got these hoes memorized, they tryna get televised
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| I’m sipping the dirty cup, some shit I would not advise
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| Fire in that blunt
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| Regular thotty, gon' whip out the D
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| I had your bitch and she wrapped 'round my feet
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| I get the molly, the drank and the weed
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| I give you extendo, it’s only my treat
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| I don’t wanna treat no bitch when I just smoke tree
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| Smoke tree, hol' up, smoke tree, hol' up, smoke tree, hol' up
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| Just smoke trees, hol' up
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| Gotta ride with TIP
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| Gotta keep it dirty dick
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| Got a Puerto Rican bitch, she on Miami grit
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| Just turn up, these streets gon' pay me
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| This girl keep bankroll hold
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| My one hoe got that new Mercedes
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| Can’t kill my vibe when I’m on them percs
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| And all that drink me lately
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| Think I’m gonna be slim like shady
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| You fuckin' with a Bankroll baby
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| Nigga might fuck around me, that chopper dead like Sammy Davis
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| Balling like Sammy Sosa, put her up in a Rover
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| Bitch can’t kill my vibe
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| I was on percs and weed and drink
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| She tried to look in my eyes
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| But I had the Dior’s on, she can’t
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| Got these hoes memorized, they tryna get televised
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| I’m sipping the dirty cup, some shit I would not advise
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| Fire in that blunt
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| Regular thotty, gon' whip out the D
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| I had your bitch and she wrapped 'round my feet
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| I get the molly, the drank and the weed
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| I give you extendo, it’s only my treat
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| I don’t wanna treat no bitch when I just smoke tree
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| Smoke tree, hol' up, smoke tree, hol' up, smoke tree, hol' up
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| Just smoke trees, hol' up
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| In the wee hours of every morning
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| Yeah we up with that money and steady going
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| Your hoe know I ain’t gon' get out
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| When I pull up she sitting 'round listening for Bentley horns
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| That bankroll’s so necessary
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| You crowd me, that action ain’t mandatory
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| Can’t compare us, I ain’t in your category
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| Still I’m the shit like a lavatory
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| Ain’t gon' go back and forth
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| Got your bitch head down south and her ass up north
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| Give her ass what she askin' for
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| When I finish she tell me my dick is spectacular
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| Make her suck on it like Dracula
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| Right 'fore she back it up, so impressed with my vernacular
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| Then make her a private jet passenger
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| Mile in the sky, poppin' molly, enjoying the high
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| Bitch can’t kill my vibe
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| Bitch can’t kill my vibe
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| I was on percs and weed and drink
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| She tried to look in my eyes
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| But I had the Dior’s on, she can’t
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| Got these hoes memorized, they tryna get televised
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| I’m sipping the dirty cup, some shit I would not advise
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| Fire in that blunt
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| Regular thotty, gon' whip out the D
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| I had your bitch and she wrapped 'round my feet
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| I get the molly, the drank and the weed
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| I give you extendo, it’s only my treat
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| I don’t wanna treat no bitch when I just smoke tree
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| Smoke tree, hol' up, smoke tree, hol' up, smoke tree, hol' up
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| Just smoke trees, hol' up
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| Act like you know I’mma kill it
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| Act like you know I’m the realest
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| Act like these bitches ain’t gon' chase this money
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| I’mma throw that shit to the ceiling
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| Oh what a feeling, been at this shit for a minute
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| Ain’t no safety on the folder, the clip is extended
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| My t-shirt is extended, my jeans is skinny
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| Bitch I come straight out them trenches
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| Finally motherfuckin' rich now, I don’t care about no bitch now
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| Just cop me a six now, will blast it
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| Run through that bitch I don’t now
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| Flying through traffic
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| Bitch I’m a savage
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| Young, rich and flashy
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| Only fuck with the baddest
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| All about my cabbage
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| Bitch can’t kill my vibe
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| Bitch can’t kill my vibe
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| I was on percs and weed and drink
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| She tried to look in my eyes
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| But I had the Dior’s on, she can’t
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| Got these hoes memorized, they tryna get televised
|
| I’m sipping the dirty cup, some shit I would not advise
|
| Fire in that blunt
|
| Regular thotty, gon' whip out the D
|
| I had your bitch and she wrapped 'round my feet
|
| I get the molly, the drank and the weed
|
| I give you extendo, it’s only my treat
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| I don’t wanna treat no bitch when I just smoke tree
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| Smoke tree, hol' up, smoke tree, hol' up, smoke tree, hol' up
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| Just smoke trees, hol' up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Smoke Tree , by - Bankroll Mafia. Song from the album Bankroll Mafia, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп