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kg smokey - manners lyrics

[intro]
that’s it right there, gnealz

[chorus]
i got hoes, yeah that b-tch gon’ dance on camera
i got hoes, she thick like she from atlanta
i got hoes, f-ck your b-tch, i got no manners
i got hoes, yeah that b-tch gon’ dance on camera
i got hoes, she thick like she from atlanta, d-mn
i got hoes, f-ck your b-tch, i got no manners
i got hoes, yeah that b-tch gon’ dance on camera
i got hoes, she thick like she from atlanta

[verse]
i ain’t got no manners, oh, b-tch, i’m popping xanax, d-mn
my plug speak in spanish, oh, blunts look like havana, d-mn
mix it with a xanax, moonwalking like michael jackson
drag a sport up in that coupe, i’m serving, swerving out of traffic
and yeah, i’m from southeast, got a glock, making bodies drop
smokey on another k!ll streak, i don’t give a f-ck
yo, i bang my b-tch, suck me then she f-ck my squad
b-tch don’t know my name, google me then give me top
i got hoes dropping knees like they deathrows
i got gas inside my wood and gucci on my clothes (yeah)
b-tch, don’t touch my lean, shut your mouth then give me dope (give me dope)
i just touched that kilo, kg smokey at that bold
b-tch, you ugly, i ain’t throwing ones up on that pole
i need xans, i need this lean, i jumped it for a stove (finesse)
i feel like tony ’cause i’m drenched inside versace rolls (versace)
i don’t do this for the hoes, i do this for my bros (squad)

[outro]
19o4 gang sh-t, you know what i’m saying?
f-ck your b-tch in the throat
kg f-ck a hoe, smokey and joey trap, get it right stupid

- kg smokey lyrics

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