Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Smoke Session, artist - Madchild.
Date of issue: 18.02.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Smoke Session |
Little pussies with their face tattoos, I am inked up |
Go 'head and try and pop my iron heart, that bitch’ll |
Used to be nuts, now I’m just a can of mixed nuts |
I fell apart, I’m holding all the pieces that I picked up |
Never had to pick up sluts, I did amazing, pause |
With more pussy on my bus than the crazy horse |
I used a line more than once and they complained about it |
But that’s okay because it wouldn’t be the same without it |
How could they complain about it? |
I’m a fuckin' maniac |
That’s the way they hopin' I’ll react, but I’m okay with that |
Drugs to the had, quick, fillin' it with junk |
Now I just bought a new Porsche, quarter million in the trunk |
I got the blicky with th couple clips to dump, that’s not the way I talk |
I start at noon and I don’t stop until it’s eight o’clock |
And hatrs 'bout to blow a fuckin' gasket like a radiator |
Angry 'cause I’m flying high again like I’m the aviator |
I’m not the brightest bulb yet but I’m bright enough |
I still walk into a room and I light it up |
I said I walk into a room and really light it up |
Even when surrounded by my enemies, I light it up |
Black venom in this bitch, homie, spidey’s fucked |
Big, little dude, I’m a goon for the mighty ducks |
I’m not saying that I’m clean but I’ve tidied up |
Fighting all your demons, that’s a ticket homie, write it up |
I did it all at six months, I’m back on my witch hunt |
Warlock, walk into a club and I’m like, «Which one?» |
Find her, put her over my shoulder 'cause I’m a true savage |
Next girlfriend, I’ll probably name her Blue Dragon |
I feel like death when I’m laying in my bed |
And even though I fell behind, I still feel like I’m way ahead |
Yo, I’m too tough, put your dukes up, man is souped-up |
New chain, Bape black hoodie, Supreme tube top |
No flashes at this, my breath is black death |
So here’s a black rose, came back from cracked ribs |
I’m still a sexy beast, but I got vicious habits |
Watch me burn down my life and the rest is magic |
I don’t fuck with average, I am fucking ravenous |
I’ma pirate lots of money but no fuckin' address |
If I hold a hand, that’s a bad bitch |
Wanna buy a verse? |
Nah, you can’t afford my adlibs |
I’m not the brightest bulb yet but I’m bright enough |
I still walk into a room and I light it up |
I said I walk into a room and really light it up |
Even when surrounded by my enemies, I light it up |
Black venom in this bitch, homie, spidey’s fucked |
Big, little dude, I’m a goon for the mighty ducks |
I’m not saying that I’m clean but I’ve tidied up |
Fighting all your demons, that’s a ticket homie, write it up |