jesus b. – smackers lyrics
taking their souls, than i put torture digital
they think they bank rolls are big, but they little tho
homie, she tasting my rainbow like skittles
i got in that p-ssy, with my wood she just fiddles
b-tch please don’t push me, i’m holy and biblical
i leave you missing, can’t find on a binnacle
homie stop dissing, my rhymes really rhythmical
shots that they missing, it really is risible
shots that i’m sipping, they really are mixable
with a new b-tch, and she just got a physical
if you go snitch, than i’ll make you a criminal
give you a st-tch that is just too unfixable
send you to hospitals, now it is clinical, homie i’ll pop it and give you a visual
she jerked my c-ck, and i slid in her trigonal
they just see life from these rose colored trifocals
my d-ck she rides like she’s going on a bicycle
homie, its pivotal, look at my decibels
blow me, or i’ll have to do something finical
homie i spent it tho, i take it and win it
ya hoe sucked my d-ck, now i feel like a dentist
homie, i mean this, your att-tude, end this
if i showed my bankrolls, they’d probably scream, i’m pulling up faster, with my b-tches, you’d cream
than i ghost em like casper, now they just memories, homie y’all are plastered, get the f-ck off my st–z, for i make these shots clapper, give you b-tches disease
put you on smackers, now you turn into fiends
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