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lil wyte - smoke beer lyrics

[verse 1:]
pardon me, i’m kinda blasted,
i’ve been drinking since noon (are you for real?)
so forgive me, i just need a little room
’cause in any given minute i might f-ck around and throw up
then hop inside my pickup, hit the lot and go do doughnuts
f-ck the police though, i can grab that weed and roll up
ask me what my name is, i’ll probably tell em i’m toe up
hold up, hold up, i really mean it, hold up
i told that b-tch to put me through, kinda like a tow truck
my homie on that lean, he’s swaying like a rocker
and now he’s moving slower than a granny with a walker
i told that b-tch to come here, i really need a driver
and then i told er treat my d-ck like a breath of lager, i’m drunk

[hook:]
i smoke beer (i smoke beer)
drink weed (drink weed)
ridin round singing f-ck the police (police)
i sip beer (sip beer)
without lean (without lean)
ridin round singing f-ck the police (police)

[verse 2:]
oh i go f-cked up and i know it (you know it)
sh-t, i’m stumbling
thinkin i’m spittin, pimpin to this b-tch but i’m just mumbling
i had an idea,
i can get this hoe to my room and make her squirt
all i need is weed and drinkin beer to smoking that sh-t what
keepin up with me is up, i always go hard i’m never going home
i’m crashing out on the studio couch
tonight don’t cry, leave me alone
i’m in my zone and i’m feelin it
high or drunk, it don’t matter, i’m killin sh-t
the name is lil wyte if you didn’t know by now
might take a n-gg- a week to settle yo b-tch
don’t give a f-ck who, f-ck the police too
must be my n-gg-s’ tennessee att-tude
i’m a cool motherf-cker, i’m just actin rude
i got no cl-ss to put me in a bad mood
i’m a little bit ratchet and trippy at all times
i’m turnt up to the max, these ain’t just rhymes
i’m on my juicy j sh-t
it’s been 30 o’clock and that’s the first i tried

[hook:]
i smoke beer (i smoke beer)
drink weed (drink weed)
ridin round singing f-ck the police (police)
i sip beer (sip beer)
without lean (without lean)
ridin round singing f-ck the police (police)
f-ck em

[verse 3:]
i pull up to the club b-mpin country music
them people look at me like i was really f-ckin stupid
i’m ridin round drunk listening to j’s and alby
sippin on that work, oh sh-t i’m smoking on that al green
as much as i’ve been drinkin, man i ain’t even thinkin
i told this b-tch that my d-ck was smaller than my pinky
don’t know what i was thinkin
but maybe i could pull er
and then i told her b-tch to grab a beer out of my cooler
and i’m a hilarious guy
i might c-m before i f-ck like american pie
now they sayin that i’m longer so don’t curse no more
and then i tell em sh-t f-ck d-mn c-nt wh-r-

- lil wyte lyrics

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