lil wayne - get smoked lyrics
get smoked
(feat. lil mouse)
[lil mouse]
09, we tote; my n-gg-s 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 wayne]
uh.
i’m rollin, all my n-gg-s rollin,
keep that f-ckin red bandana, hulk hogan
i’m cuttin up like scissors
comin down hard like blizzards
i’m getting head while giving head that’s a head on collision
i’m on a pain pill
i keep this sh-t trill
these n-gg-s ain’t forreal, like a fire drill
your hoe on my back, like a f-ckin 5th wheel
that b-tch make her p-ssy open and close like fish gills
i put all my n-gg-s on, but some of them n-gg-s gone
them n-gg-s callin my phone, leave me alone
i’m lightin up that strong, then p-ss it to my bro
numbers don’t lie, except 5-0
different color trukfit shirts
you n-gg-s pull down your skirts
if i die of these purp, put a bad b-tch in my he-rs-
my hoes lift up they shirts, i’m high as captain kirk
if we run out of work, we rob like burke.
ugh
[hook (x2)]
09, we tote; my n-gg-s 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]
corlay rip him, darnell rip him
if you disrespect them, then you gone meet them
my n-gg-s rollin for for features; that b-tch going, she a eater
she was a good girl, i turned her to a eater
hit squad [?], yea n-gg-
.30 clip and them hollow tips make him do the running man
glock 40 i’m tuckin it; i’m rolling with my hitters
i’ll send my hitters out to go get you
h-lla bands, h-lla bands, hit the club throwing h-lla bands
heavy load, throwing h-lla bands, in the club doing the money dance
h-lla bands, h-lla bands, hit the club throwing h-lla bands
heavy load, throwing h-lla bands, in the club doing the money dance
n-gg-s 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-gg-, and i could do this sh-t my f-cking self
pistol hit his melon; it ain’t gone be nothing left
[hook (x2)]
09, we tote; my n-gg-s 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 wayne]
runnin around with my gangstas, runnin up in these yellow hoes
everybody wanna f-ck my b-tch, her p-ssy lips like heaven doors
it’s p-ssy, money, and kush,
skateboards and shrooms
these n-gg-s think they the sh-t,
these n-gg-s perfume
hollygrove, so hollygrove, all i know is hollygrove
i’m sick with it, i’ve been diagnosed
we don’t cut the c-ke, that’s diet c-ke
these n-gg-s broke, i’m paid in full
blood gang, red bull
my tounge is like a surf board, and her p-ssy is like a wave pool
tunechi!
[hook (x2)]
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