azlyrics.biz
a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

smocc loc - dirty table lyrics

Loading...

[hook: smocc loc]
i got a dirty table, clean white tee
b-tch i’m over the stove, and i’m doing me
they call me smocc loc, i’m down with g.g.c
shout out to bonafide, blue carpet b-tch that’s the team
i got a dirty table, clean white tee
b-tch i’m over the stove, and i’m doing me
they call me smocc loc, i’m down with g.g.c
shout out to bonafide, blue carpet b-tch that’s the team

[verse 1: smocc loc]
pull up with a sp-ce ship
leave with an alien
all my n-ggas on that block
sellin’ that mexican
i’m a hot spitter
hot fire, your girl is like burning lava
i’m bout to blow up, hennessy i never throw up
this what i’m born to do, watch n-ggas in your circle cause they will be on to you
conversations always startin’ like “who you talkin to?”
real recognize real so watch what you walk into
n-ggas got bear traps out trying to [put a f-ck in you?]
what would you rather have, the gun or the hulk on you?
rather have a gun cause one bullet takin’ all of you
if god say it’s up to me my n-ggas say what’s up with you
put you in that fine box when n-ggas love the toastin’
money on my mind, p-ssy in my pocket
when you see her she lookin’ inside of my wallet
never finished school but your boy finished college
and how i did that? by feeding you this knowledge

[hook: smocc loc]
i got a dirty table, clean white tee
b-tch i’m over the stove, and i’m doing me
they call me smocc loc, i’m down with g.g.c
shout out to bonafide, blue carpet b-tch that’s the team
i got a dirty table, clean white tee
b-tch i’m over the stove, and i’m doing me
they call me smocc loc, i’m down with g.g.c
shout out to bonafide, blue carpet b-tch that’s the team

[verse 2: bonafide star]
go catch me cookin’, fresh in my white tee
yo b-tch is yo b-tch and you call her wifey
my swag outrageous, they gon’ indict me
catch me on [next thing?]
snitchin’? not likely
bon star is my name
n-ggas don’t like me
come to these bars, like pitbulls they bite me
p-ssy -ss n-ggas better not fight me
you be on that flat line [?]
i’m on my job like i’m living in the work room
smoke in the kitchen cookin’ that’s the work room
p-ssy n-ggas i’m sprayin’ like perfume
[?]



Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS

Loading...