| OG blunt look like a cigar
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| Time to shit on these niggas, I’m pissed off
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| I be in the kitchen, I ain’t no chef but I whip it I be whippin till my wrist
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| hurt
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| If a nigga try me, imma catch a body
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| Imma beat a nigga face till my fist hurt
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| I’m smokin OG with a couple of homies
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| I’m these niggas is phony
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| I be all on the cheese like it’s pepper deroni
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| The paper is on me, the haters is on me
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| And i might buy yo bitch cuz she wanna fuck on me and she think im a lollipop
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| she wanna lick on me
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| Tryna call the pigs on me, i’m breakin da law
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| Talk stupid and i’m breakin your jaw
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| Dark tint, can’t see in my car
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| Late night, got my dick in your broad
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| No but i’m pullin ya card
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| I’m a animal, these new rap niggas just fresh meat, i’m about to go cannibal
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| Yeah I pop up blowin smoke then I disappear all you hear is
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| Big smoky get on my level
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| Hottest on the block the sun say I’m hot
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| I can go shake hands with the devil
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| These niggas rose pedals
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| Pro smoker I need gold medals
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| Come get your bitch she wanna lick my dick
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| I’m a sharpshooter, told her fuck the clip
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| She gotta count the cash and roll my blunts
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| Say suck me good don’t give me lip
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| And these niggas is counterfeit
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| That fake shit I counter it
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| I’m a benz boy hop in the whip
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| Then I hit the mall, go spend your rent
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| If it don’t make money, it don’t make sense
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| OG cologne, that be my scent
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| I can see the future, calling up my jeweler
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| These niggas chickens, something like some
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| Meet me in the streets, I don’t do computers
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| I send you to the angels, tell him hallelujah
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| All my diamonds shining, VVS the diamond
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| She see that I came, I told her perfect timing
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| I be hustling, OG puffin', smoking strong, nigga why you bluffing
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| Big Smokey, I’m the one and only
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| Got 2 bitches and I’m double cupping
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| Draco’s, my niggas busting, no Soulja Boy, I told ya boy
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| We was coming back to destroy
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| Now we on your Ave I ain’t talkin Troy
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| Now we on your Ave I ain’t talkin Troy
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| OG blunt look like a cigar
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| Time to shit on these niggas, I’m pissed off
|
| I be in the kitchen, I ain’t no chef but I whip it I be whippin till my wrist
|
| hurt
|
| If a nigga try me, imma catch a body
|
| Imma beat a nigga face till my fist hurt
|
| I’m smokin OG with a couple of homies
|
| I’m these niggas is phony
|
| I be all on the cheese like it’s pepper deroni
|
| The paper is on me, the haters is on me
|
| And i might buy yo bitch cuz she wanna fuck on me and she think im a lollipop
|
| she wanna lick on me
|
| Tryna call the pigs on me, i’m breakin da law
|
| Talk stupid and i’m breakin your jaw
|
| Dark tint, can’t see in my car
|
| Late night, got my dick in your broad
|
| No but i’m pullin ya card
|
| I’m a animal, these new rap niggas just fresh meat, i’m about to go cannibal
|
| Yeah I pop up blowin smoke then I disappear all you hear is
|
| Big smoky get on my level
|
| Hottest on the block the sun say I’m hot
|
| I can go shake hands with the devil |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Big Smokey , by - Yung Simmie. Song from the album Big Smokey, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп