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atl smook - seatbelt lyrics

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you know i’m a geeker
i can’t love a silly b-tch
i know she’s a eater
you know i be tt’d
too turnt off the meter
came in this b-tch
with my heater
you know i be super fly
i feel like a eagle
all these n-ggas claiming gang
i don’t know these people
pull up ridin candy paint
ridin with no seatbelt

boy you better buckle up, toughen up
we come through with lots of stuff, guns and stuff
sippin on this lean, out the double cup
smokin on this gas, know it fill me up
ferragamo on me, that’s a double cup
but i still can’t love these hoes, i still can’t trust
if it’s you or me, if it’s one of us
best believe if i got it on me i’ma up

boy, you lookin at a vet
boy, you better show respect
i bet i could f-ck his b-tch
i know he won’t f-ck his b-tch
shorty wanna suck on me just like a tick
n-gga, i know you a b-tch
i know that you counterfeit
real hunnids on me, not no counterfeit
i just blow it, f-ck amount and sh-t
i just throw it, don’t even count that sh-t
i be smoking car alarm, out the pound and sh-t
it’s reekin, it smell like pounds and sh-t

- atl smook lyrics

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