Lyrics Everything Getting Smashed - King Leaf, Dom Kennedy

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