Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Everything Getting Smashed , by - King LeafRelease date: 21.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Everything Getting Smashed |
| Leaf, what up? |
| Woah, woah, woah |
| Yeah, die tonight, yeah |
| Die tonight, yeah |
| She got the suite at the Sofitel |
| If I knock twice, then you know the deal |
| I’m livin' better, seven-hunid on a new sweater (Sweater) |
| How we gon' take over over the game, if we don’t stick together? |
| Let her go down, she get off first (First) |
| First, we fuck, then, I smoke, then, we eat dessert |
| Rocky Road, crashed straight into a pot of gold |
| Ten G’s for my mama, Mr. Honor Roll |
| And I need my first-initialed car by the stairs (Yeah) |
| Cute homegirl went to college, she do hair (Yeah) |
| FaceTime with me, while she layin' in the bed (Uh) |
| That’s the Queen of Hearts, gotta call it what it is (Ayy, you know) |
| Everything gettin' smashed, yeah |
| Told that bitch, «I'm in my bag,» yeah (Yeah) |
| Doctor Leaf, Dom K, run that check up (Run it) |
| Lean into that pussy like a double-cup, 'cause (Ayy) |
| Everything gettin' smashed, yeah (Smashed, yeah) |
| Bread trip, told her, «Get up out my bag,» yeah |
| Addicted to the money, might relapse (Ayy) |
| You with the right man for the task, yeah |
| Told her, «Take the shot, that’s a easy win» |
| Me and Dom in the house, but this ain’t EDM, ayy |
| Joints goin' ‘round like a CD, yeah |
| Yeah, ass droppin' down like a meteor (Drop) |
| Not Tropicana, but you know I got the juice (Juice) |
| Victory laps, ‘cause you know we never lose (Yeah) |
| Baby got flavors, I need me a triple-scoop (Scoop, scoop) |
| Yeah, she know I keep her wet, like the shot when I shoot |
| Ayy, everything gettin' smashed, yeah (Smashed, yeah) |
| Told that bitch, «I'm in my bag,» yeah |
| Doctor Leaf, Dom K, run that check up (run it) |
| Lean into that pussy like a double-cup, 'cause |
| Everything gettin' smashed, yeah (Smashed, yeah) |
| Bread trip, told her, «Get up out my bag,» yeah |
| Addicted to the money, might relapse (Might relapse') |
| You with the right man for the task, yeah |
| I won’t turn down a thick, pretty thing — copper tone |
| Pull up with Glasses from Watts, he a loc |
| If you gon' compare me, let it be the Sly Stone |
| Cold groups, time-after-time, what they want? |
| A nigga with cash, good dick, I got both |
| I could cook a good alfredo, that’s fa’sho |
| She make over $ 100K a year, it’s a go |
| Aaliyah on repeat, on the long-way home |
| Ayy, everything gettin' smashed, yeah (Smashed, yeah) |
| Told that bitch, «I'm in my bag,» yeah |
| Doctor Leaf, Dom K, run that check up (Run it) |
| Lean into that pussy like a double-cup, 'cause |
| Everything gettin' smashed, yeah (Smashed, yeah) |
| Bread trip, told her, «Get up out my bag,» yeah |
| Addicted to the money, might relapse (Might relapse) |
| You with the right man for the task, yeah |