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astrit ft. mikey - blunts n henny lyrics

[hook]
[astrit]

f-cking with my n-ggasima, let u have it
if u ain’t about that action, u don’t want no static
i’m all about my blue cheese, ima have to stack it
and if ur in my way i’m quick to pull the automatic

[verse1]
[astrit]

smoking blunts and sipping henny 
they drive in a f-cking chevy
my set we driving in a bentley
down cali smoking beverly
nah i’m talking bout some sour
bash kooking up the flour
nah i’m talking bout the c0ke
lil n-gga why u choke
why these broke kids broke
but sat-rday we on a boat
yea we posted up the block
yea i’m the sh-t, no you not
if i see u tryna talk that talk ima motherf-cking pop
not talking bout the hands, just talking bout the glock
b-tch talking all that sh-t
get that call and then i cl1ck
shoot the gun empty the clip
fully auto let it rip
smoking blunts henny we sip
all these body’s making flips
shoot again and then we dip
shoot again and then we dip
im just tryna make this money
why u acting like a dummy
have u hanging like it’s funny
in the dirt looking bummy
but shoutout to my f-cking shqipes
they know who they be
im just tryna make a name for me so lemme f-cking be
if u wanna f-ck with us
you’re just gonna see
these n-ggas are cold cuts
all they know is beef
my n-ggas bout they money
all they know is cheese
talking sh-t before i pull up
all them n-ggas freeze

[hook]
[astrit]

f-cking with my n-ggas, ima let u have it
if u ain’t about that action, u don’t want no static
i’m all about my blue cheese, ima have to stack it
and if ur in my way i’m quick to pull the automatic

[verse2]
[mikey]

i write a verse then turn it into a cl-ssic
i get a brick turn it to money call it magic
im white rappin like this im not average
f-ck ya b-tch she come back
my d-ck fantastic
u say somethin stupid i stretch like elastic
k!ll ya family while they sleep like a savage
push ya sh-t back make ya face turn backwards
sick back relax puff on a backwood
sit back relax & rollup a stout
look at me wrong u got a gun in ya mouth
cos we smokin f-ggots like its london
we getting so drunken that we can’t even function
i won’t slip tho
gotta knife on ya throat & i slit slow
i gotta gun w ur mouth on the tip tho
pull up sneak ya b-tch yeah i tip toe
i gotta verse yeah i gotta sick flow
why ur b-tch still on my d-ck tho
on the block dont care if it rain or snow
living through the pain but it come & go
i know whos my bros
& i know whos my foes
wait dont take a fl1ck
gotta wait for me to pose
ya b-tch still on my d-ck
so i nutted on her nose
b-tch im so icy my neck
just f-cking froze
im rockin what i want
b-tch im not an average joe

[hook]
[astrit]  x2

- astrit ft mikey lyrics

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