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bby goyard - smokin! freestyle lyrics

[intro]
aye
aye big bags
aye twist it up mane (aye, aye, aye)
keep a lil something for yourself
aye
we don’t do those silver spoons, nah
i keep that over there
trust me we don’t want that
aye, aye

[verse]
aye, showed up with my other shirt
just a flash in this b+tch
she gone back in this b+tch
purple wrap this jersey, i throw back in this b+tch
stupid diamond wrist, deeper than the krakens n’ sh+t
talking 7 year itch, got them diamonds out the ditch
got designer from what’s+her+name, can’t even say that sh+t
got some p+ssy from what’s+her+namе, don’t even know that b+tch
pour they bullеts through the carlton, head back to the ritz
a thousand miles finesse a carlton, the foreign do the splits
i just sold that boy dayquil, told him it was tris
now he rolling off a fake pill, looking like a l!ck
how he singing just like faith hill, want (?) on his d+ck
broke his promise to the gang, now he dead to the clique
imagine this, imagine that, imagine it
long ass chopper i be draggin’ it
shannon, marc ecko, i be taggin’ it
hop up out a bumblebee, transformer it
ain’t no silver spoons but we always rich
from a handheld to the home like nintendo switch
i got rodney mullen fit, it’s how i’m known flip
super out of date, looking like a laserdisc
i pull up with a laser thang, make the plasma drip
got a plug in indiana look like freddie gibbs
bby pull up to the city mtv cribs
bby pull up to your city get some smoke in

- bby goyard lyrics

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