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lil mouse – get smoked lyrics

[verse 1]
i’m rollin’, all my n-ggas rollin’
30 clip and them hollow tips have his -ss sitting in roseland
rollin’ off a pill , p-ssies better chill
my n-ggas in the field; you might get k!lled
pancake–ss n-gga, i keep that sh-t real
40 hit his face, bbq his -ss like a grill
y’all n-ggas ain’t real, lame n-ggas get k!lled
i’m here for real; i’m doing this for real
i’m finna get on, finna do another song
b-tch calling my phone, leave me alone
i’m trying to bone, then p-ss it to lil bro
then leave that b-tch, tell that ho, “so long”
different colored shirts, rolling up that purp
leaning off that hurt, so please don’t get murked
girls lifting they shirts, gucci truey shirts
polo wear and crop shirts, my b-tch she’ll twerk

[chorus]
09, we tote; my n-ggas ain’t no joke
and we keep them blows, so please don’t get smoked
f-ck around with them f-ck-arounds, and you f-ck around and get smoked
f-ck around with them f-ck-arounds, and you f-ck around and get smoked
09, we tote; my n-ggas ain’t no joke
and we keep them blows, so please don’t get smoked
f-ck around with them f-ck-arounds, and you f-ck around and get smoked
f-ck around with them f-ck-arounds, and you f-ck around and get smoked

corlay rip him, darnell rip him
if you disrespect them, then you gone meet them
my n-ggas rollin’, four-seater; that b-tch going, she a eater
she was a good girl, i turned her to a eater
hit squad move up band, yea n-gga want free bands
30 clip and them hollow tips make him do the running man
glock 40 i’m thumpin man, i’m rolling with my hitters
i’ll send my hitters out to go get you
h-lla band, h-lla band, hit the club throwing h-lla bands
heavy load, throwing h-lla band, in the club doing the money dance
h-lla band, h-lla band, hit the club throwing h-lla bands
heavy load, throwing h-lla band, in the club doing the money dance
n-ggas talking sh-t in the club, he better watch his self
melly got the 30 on his hip, he gone need some help
i’m a gangster, n-gga, and i could do this sh-t my f-cking self
pistol to his melon; it ain’t gone be nothing left

[hook]
09, we tote; my n-ggas ain’t no joke
and we keep them blows, so please don’t get smoked
f-ck around with them f-ck-arounds, and you f-ck around and get smoked
f-ck around with them f-ck-arounds, and you f-ck around and get smoked
09, we tote; my n-ggas ain’t no joke
and we keep them blows, so please don’t get smoked
f-ck around with them f-ck-arounds, and you f-ck around and get smoked
f-ck around with them f-ck-arounds, and you f-ck around and get smoked

- lil mouse lyrics

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