Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Big Smokey, artist - Yung Simmie. Album song Big Smokey, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Raider Klan
Song language: English
Big Smokey |
OG blunt look like a cigar |
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 |
These niggas rose pedals |
Pro smoker I need gold medals |
Come get your bitch she wanna lick my dick |
I’m a sharpshooter, told her fuck the clip |
She gotta count the cash and roll my blunts |
Say suck me good don’t give me lip |
And these niggas is counterfeit |
That fake shit I counter it |
I’m a benz boy hop in the whip |
Then I hit the mall, go spend your rent |
If it don’t make money, it don’t make sense |
OG cologne, that be my scent |
I can see the future, calling up my jeweler |
These niggas chickens, something like some |
Meet me in the streets, I don’t do computers |
I send you to the angels, tell him hallelujah |
All my diamonds shining, VVS the diamond |
She see that I came, I told her perfect timing |
I be hustling, OG puffin', smoking strong, nigga why you bluffing |
Big Smokey, I’m the one and only |
Got 2 bitches and I’m double cupping |
Draco’s, my niggas busting, no Soulja Boy, I told ya boy |
We was coming back to destroy |
Now we on your Ave I ain’t talkin Troy |
Now we on your Ave I ain’t talkin Troy |
OG blunt look like a cigar |
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 |