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kg smokey - so thick lyrics

riding down imperial i hope i see my homies
wearin too much red, and i ain’t got my pistol on me
i went to get the activis then after goin home b
then two cups wit’
two blunts and
two b-tches on me
god d-mn a n-gg- like joey gettin’ money
i don’t know these n-gg-s but these n-gg-s isn’t funny yeah

imma make it rain upon ya b-tches when it sunny yeah
and a p-ssy n-gg- try me get the burner to his tummy like
(joey trap)

its kg smokey n-gg- the biggest sc-mbag in the city n-gg-
nineteen-oh-fo’
kg f-ck a hoe
tell her get her rent money off the floor ya’ dig
ya dig
ya dig (ya dig)
ya dig (stupid)

ya dig (ay)
ya dig (ay)

b-tch so thick
b-tch so thick
b-tch so thick
b-tch so thick
b-tch so thick
b-tch so thick
b-tch so thick
b-tch so thick
-ss keep shakin’ but the money keep fallin’ (money keep fallin’ yeah)
-ss keep shakin’ but the money keep fallin’ (-ss keep on shakin’ yeah)
-ss keep shakin’ but the money keep fallin’ (money keep fallin’ yeah)
-ss keep shakin’ but the money keep
fall–ay (-ss keep on shakin’ yeah)
b-tch so thick
b-tch so thick
b-tch so thick
b-tch so thick
b-tch so thick
b-tch so thick
b-tch so thick
b-tch so thick
-ss keep shakin’ but the money keep fallin’
-ss keep shakin’ but the money keep fallin’
-ss keep shakin’ but the money keep fallin’
-ss keep shakin’ but the money keep fall

aye
she call it love, i call it f-ckin’
she call it relationship, i call it nothin’
she say she high, i say i’m buzzin’
i got on polo, i got on rugby
if she f-ck me imma p-ss her to cudi
pop four xans in my lean, look muddy
b-tch wanna f-ck but she look too cl-ssy
and i only wanna f-ck if the b-tch look nasty
fo-forty cal on my hip, set him on his -ss cheeks
joey trap drive away, chillin in the backseat
makin money in the whip, feelin’ like a taxi
nine times out of ten, catch me with a bad
yellow b-tch with a twin and a dark skin friend
woke up on the bus then i woke up in a benz
big booty on my lense, tell them hop in
fake n-gg-s really ridin’, hopin’ imma win
pop h-lla bars like a n-gg- in the pen
fuc-f-ck her in the mouth now my b-lls on her chin
i don’t really give a f-ck, money in the win
all these b-tches shakin’ -ss, do it all again aye

b-tch so thick
b-tch so thick
b-tch so thick
b-tch so thick
b-tch so thick
b-tch so thick
b-tch so thick
-ss keep shakin’ but the money keep
-ss keep shakin’ but the money keep
-ss keep shakin’ but the money keep
-ss keep shakin’ but the (aye)
aye yuh

imma make it rain upon ya b-tches when it sunny yeah
and a p-ssy n-gg- try me get the burner to his tummy like
purple tears part two wavy no shark food
f-ck n-gg-s hatin’ imma hit him with the harpoon
hit ’em with the syllables and syllables and words
p-ssy n-gg- hatin’ imma put him on a shirt
got her on her knees, tim tebow (tebow)
ratchet on my hip, home depot, mmh
f-ck another b-tch to boost my ego, mmh
got a b-tch that’s black and filipino, mmh
haha, yuh
f-ck you know about a n-gg- diamonds on his teeth
i got
bad
b-tches
wit me
they be sippin’ somethin’ sweet, aye

b-tch

- kg smokey lyrics

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