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king libra - og bobby johnson (king libra remix) lyrics

[hook: king libra&wiz khalifa]
what you smoking, n-gga ?
i’m smoking og, i’m smoking og, i’m smoking og
i’m smoking og, i’m smoking og, i’m smoking og
god d-mn – what you smoking, n-gga ?
i’m smoking og, i’m smoking og, i’m smoking og
i’m smoking og, i’m smoking og, i’m smoking og

[verse 1: wiz khalifa]
word – pull up on the corner smoking herb
n-gga, you scurred
so high you talking sh-t, but i don’t hear it
hey, hey, wow, church
i’m smoking that sh-t from the earth
riding, no shirt, p-ssy -ss n-ggas do your homework
ooh hey, word on the streets, khalifa’s a beast
sh-t, ’bout to go d-wade, hit ’em with the heat
f-ck with me, i’m the realest, realest, n-gga, i’m the realest
blowing on k!ller while i’m listen to k!lla
body full of tattoos like a k!ller
ho, word on the streets that i got these n-ggas upset
all my n-ggas from the bottom, from the projects
i take a b-tch home, give her long d-ck, that long d-ck
yes, hit it then i quit it
and when i’m in it get the p-ssy so wet think i’m ’bout to go swimming
god d-mn

[verse 2: wiz khalifa]
n-gga got cash, talking big cash, n-gga blow kush, talking big bags
n-ggas still hating on a n-gga, hit the weed once, do the wiz laugh
got faded in a mug, god d-mn i’m tailored up
got – papers in my lungs, got it straight from the plug
got – what you smoking, n-gga?

[verse 3: king libra]
ain’t nothing much but some hukas in my hand
chilling in the basment blowing o’s
it be that tgod and that ykf till yall n-ggas ain’t left
can’t really see no one else cause we dont really trust n-ggas
watch the throne we always there dont keep warm
anybody thats disrespecting we always check it cause best believe they getting drop
bruh i dont friend no new n-ggas
yall n-ggas not even worthy
catch me tweaking over security
always spitting some crack rock
royal n-ggas decendant of kings and queens
so what you bes bruh
always focused never lacking
like its nothing cause its nothing b-tch
word on the street im the dopest
but a n-gga stay inside im a suspect
lame -ss n-gga be quiet
catch yo chick and hit from the side
they be like young king libra
lil n-gga talking to you
yeah king libra talking thats right im talking to you
i be flexing while me nd my chick just straight s-xting
high tops hot kicks
big bang theory for all my clothes
and i dont put all my all into it
them n-ggas still sneak dissing
oops miss me wit that bullsh-t
gave them n-ggas what was real
they dont know what to do wit it
chevy!

[verse 4: chevy woods]
this a whole p, it ain’t no seeds
but on the real i’mma probably need the whole tree
can’t f-ck with you acting like the police
the way your b-tch pop the p-ssy, had to go see
it ain’t nothing for your girl like ho, please
let you down to do a favor like you owe me
soul train diamonds dancing in this ap
taylor gang, p-ssy n-gga, you don’t know me
droptops with some twins in it
ha, what you doing, boy, i been did it
yeah, roll up, let your friends hit it
ha, around my city, boy, i been did it
man, i can’t even lie, y’all don’t get high like that
in the ride like that with a ride like that
trey pound like that, but it’s all in them raps
stop lying to the people acting like you got the pack right now
[?] it’s how you act a real round
got a ticket on your head, let my homie hit the lotto
big n-ggas, i don’t fight it, see the boom or a bottle
word on the street i’m a suspect
helicopter too now, i’m a subject
face on the news n-gga, for the public
gotta hide at my cousins at the projects
smoking weed with the crips in the complex
twisting og’s with the bloods in the comments
cause only k!ller they see is green
and they’re gonna do anything for the commas
tgod, now they wanna call the feds
i’m a king smoking all this, all this gr-ss
what you smoking on, n-gga? that’s a bag full of trash
i was in the 9th grade smoking weed after cl-ss
just a tilt door looking like the car on fire
this the weed mix, you gon’ need a few lighters
you ain’t never smoke no f-cking kk, n-gga
and we don’t smoke no motherf-cking ak, n-gga
word on the street buy whole one
get good with the plug, you gon’ throw one
serve your homie who ain’t never gon’ say sh-t
chef it up in the face like a shogun

[hook: wiz khalifa]
what you smoking, n-gga ?
i’m smoking og, i’m smoking og, i’m smoking og
i’m smoking og, i’m smoking og, i’m smoking og
god d-mn – what you smoking, n-gga ?
i’m smoking og, i’m smoking og, i’m smoking og
i’m smoking og, i’m smoking og, i’m smoking og

- king libra lyrics

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