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b.o.b - smash it lyrics

ka-ka-kato on the track b-tch

[pre hook: london jae]
roll it, hit it, light it, ash it
p-ss it, f-ck it, bobby smash it

[hook]
nigga you don’t know me
pay me what ya owe me
cop another oz
roll another stogie
p-ss it to the homie, homie, homie
p-ss it to the homie
if she throw it at me imma dive like a goalie
yeah i know she want me, other niggas phony
yall don’t even wanna make a good impression
do it for the homie, homie, homie
do it for the homie
if she feelin froggy jump it off for the homie

[verse 1]
yeah, this is not for katy perry fans
this the type of shit your parents ban
i be smokin’ more than method man
chain smokin’ give you second hand
at the top, how’s the weather man?
miami hoes with excessive tans
she bought a booty with a credit scam
so she fit those leggings real aggressive man
this is not for show
and this is not for gimmick
niggas counterfeiting flows that i invented
hella epic fails, it’s a epidemic
crop ’em out the picture
i’m so photogenic (cheese)
fill my pockets with it
get your check-up nigga like a doctor visit
big booty egyptian hoes, textin’ me in hieroglyphic
where’s my etiquette, girl let me pour you a beverage (what)
what is your preference (bobby!), she like it straight with no extra shit
she just wanna party
and i told her, she can turn up, if she

[pre hook]
roll it, hit it, light it, ash it
p-ss it, f-ck it, bobby smash it

[verse 2]
turn another corner engine roarin’
since it’s foreign imma need a translator
just to see how fast it’s going
pull up to the valet with a berry halle
and she from the valley smokin’ on that cali
keep the liquor pourin’
pourin’, pourin’, keep the liquor pourin’
niggas try to knock me ’til i bring it to the door and
should i get a flight and get the seat before its boardin’
from the jump man like jordan
thumbin’ through it i got carpal tunnel
so much tree that i could start a jungle
so much pussy it be hard to juggle
she got a light skin friend look like michael jackson
she gotta dark skin friend look like carlton mama
what’s a party without bob
flash mob ho that’s b-tches without bras
ghost ride the whip, that’s niggas without cars
ghost writing lyrics that’s niggas behind bars
whole lotta haters and a whole lotta commas
whole lotta commas and a lot more comin’
whole lotta bandz that’s a whole lotta drummin’
with my nigga london f-ckin’ hoes out in london like (sheesh)
she just wanna party and i told her if she

[pre hook]
roll it, hit it, light it, ash it
p-ss it, f-ck it, bobby smash it

- b o b lyrics

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