Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Justin Bieber, artist - Smoke Boys. Date of issue: 29.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Justin Bieber |
| I don’t love these hoes |
| They don’t love me neither |
| The Feds thinks bro’s a dealer |
| Got nicked with Justin Bieber |
| She just wanna smoke my tree |
| Let her light up the reefa (What you talkin' bout?) |
| Mans still shelling down functions |
| Backstrap I’m smoking runtz |
| This weed from Cali not London |
| Bust the pack it’s so pungent |
| Man keep it so 100 |
| Whole one 3 6 onion |
| I was on road like bunion |
| Knee deep in the trap |
| Zombies, rise from the dungeon |
| And we ain’t beefing twats |
| Extended clip like a truncheon |
| Ain’t seen bread, but you’re talking p’s (cap) |
| Trap mash no I ain’t deetsing that |
| No tic gimme my p’s infact |
| Shut down shows with bronem |
| & I got food Come din with me |
| Pengting sippin' on rosè |
| Told her com wine on me |
| Saying she’s down for me |
| Hold that wap & hide my weed |
| Man came up in the T |
| Trapstar like Mike & Lee (trap) |
| Put work on streets |
| Man reload get gwop repeat it |
| Blowing gelarts in public |
| See them feds I Need For Speed it |
| Problems man don’t need it |
| Locked my old ting |
| Block & delete it |
| Got a bad one from Sweden |
| She got a man I’ll keep it a secret |
| Anytime, anywhere, mans ready |
| Turn that Shelly |
| Bro said da packs them land |
| And these ones smelly |
| Can’t wait till the mandem land |
| Everything steady, mans ready |
| With the beats and the ball mans tekky |
| Man are like rah, Gyaly from far |
| Gyaly from round suh, Gyaly from Narm |
| Gyaly want me in safe when it gets dark |
| Might get a sandal if the uhhs sharp |
| Back in the slums, no walk in the park |
| My yutes a fool, my gyals a tart |
| In the west and I just link bro by the zart |
| Look pon the stance, you know everything sharp |
| SB coldest dead ting touched me I felt insulted |
| If she ain’t DTF don’t bring them Gyal to the motive |
| Hocus pocus just dipped out Feds tried to approach us |
| Stepped out the back same way I came in & I left unnoticed |
| Uber, kinda left her chauffeured |
| Super cause dem man der soaking |
| Peng gyal wanna sex & stroke it |
| Bet that I left her wet not roses |
| Was in the clouds, flying just see the climate changing |
| Back to the ends it’s frying just on sites & shavings |
| I don’t love these hoes |
| They don’t love me neither |
| The Feds thinks bro’s a dealer |
| Got nicked with Justin Bieber |
| She just wanna smoke my tree |
| Let her light up the reefa |
| Man did T then man got P |
| Then getting beenies got easier |
| (Yeah) Little bit of Naija and a little bit of Ghana |
| Solid as a rock no chinks in my armour |
| Come against me that’s a whole lot of karma |
| Spit it like a llama, stick of marijuana |
| Nip it in the bud now I’m a little less calmer |
| Looking for Nirvana, Kurt Cobain and a bit of propane |
| Now I’m all gassed up and I go a little harder |
| Don’t hold back let me go a little farther |
| Pretty little thing, took her Benihana |
| Says she’s on a diet, give her the banana |
| I don’t wanna harm her, drop a couple grand (e) on her like Ariana |
| All up in my face with the cam panorama |
| Everywhere I go it’s a hype and a saga |
| But I know what I’d rather |
| I’m a star in a fast car not a charger |
| It’s a rari top back like a barber |
| Fresh fade and a snapback the piranha |
| Rocking Prada miss me with the palaver |
| Or the rara and the roads are lava |
| Hotter than the Sahara getting harder |
| Everybody wanna try be a dondada |
| Balaclava rude boy I don’t barter |
| Baller but I ain’t M. Salah |
| Old school like Rex and Scala |
| Swift said Raskit jump on this riddim I said that’s cool no drama |