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microphone james - smoke sumthin let it burn lyrics

smoke something let it burn
[chorus]
smoke something let it burn
smoke something let it burn
smoke something let it burn
smoke something let it burn
smoke something let it burn
smoke something let it burn
smoke something let it burn
smoke something let it burn

[verse 1]
catch you where you at
put your sets up in the sky now
goose up in my system plus that kb
and i’m high now
[?] from head to toe so the b-tches
know i’m fly now, numb off the c0ke
best believe i’m ready to die now
i’m bouncing round the club
showing nothing but sc love
spending hundreds at a time
f-ck spending nothing but dubs
y’all ain’t got to show me love
cause i really don’t give a f-ck
i live my life to make this money
and to stay f-cked up
i hustle rain sleet or snow
just to let your n-ggas know that
f-ckin with my gangster is not the way to go
i show you love (it’s a gift)
one on one if you want to hit it
got that weed if you’re not with it
buy your dranks if you go and get it
man i’m acting real silly showing these
haters who big w-lly, i don’t think yall
feel me, but i hope that yall hear me
getting f-cked is the thang
that – that south what i do
so i’m asking all my hustlers and they
motherf-cking crew too

[chorus]
smoke something let it burn
smoke something let it burn
smoke something let it burn
smoke something let it burn
smoke something let it burn
smoke something let it burn
smoke something let it burn
smoke something let it burn

[verse 2]
in the south we stay with a gun
keep that goose up in our cup mane
we don’t give a f-ck, smoking weed
and lighting it up mane
smoke something let it burn
p-ss that sh-t it’s my turn
[?]
shorty -ss is real firm
drinking tequila with that worm
everything i got, man i earned
life itself is a lesson learned
ain’t sh-t new up under the sun
everything you’re doing man i’ve done
standing on the corner strap with gun
man i’m still up on the run
cops still f-cking with my phone
peeking in my door when i’m not home
if i run in they sh-t, man i’m wrong
p-ss that weed, pack that bong
might as well smoke cause i can’t go home

[verse 3]
don’t forget that x and
them b-tches on the pole man
chasing it with weed and a little
bit of cocaine, doing the best i can
making a dollar out of fifty
always like it up, ready to f-ck
on a party scene, down south we do it right
getting f-cked up every night
hitting liquids and the [?] cause the
ladies always right, you want hoes
hit banana joes, if you don’t know
i’m yelling f-ck five points
cause they won’t let us in the door
but they play our f-cking music
just to entertain a hoe
man drug line on the party scene
you know what i mean
one life to live and i’ma live it for the cream
doctor king had a dream that we’d all
be free, when we smoke they won’t let us be
so put your middle finger up with some
liquor in the cup, with your hands up on
your nuts saying you don’t give a f-ck n-gga

- microphone james lyrics

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