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smoke supreme - versace boxers lyrics

[intro:]
smoke supreme in this b-tch
we high as f-ck man
smokin’ on this dope and sh-t, f-ckin’ on these hoes and sh-t
getting this money man

i f-ck that b-tch in versace boxers (what)
i pop a xan and i pop a oxy (yuh)
i pop a tab and i pop a molly (uh-huh)
i get so high i can’t feel my body (i do)
smokin’ that dope take it right to the face (yuh)
i f-cked your b-tch now she stay at my place (yuh)
i’m in love with how her p-ssy taste
yeah. smoke supreme just beat a case

[verse 1: smoke supreme]
b-tch i’m up now, f-ck who up next (f-ck em)
only thing that’s on my mind is a f-cking check (money)
told a thot to give me brain, i don’t want s-x (nah)
and you know i ain’t never p-ss a drug test (f-ck nah)
yeah my plug name jesus, aye
she suck my meat but she vegan, yuh
roll a blunt and i’m chiefin’ (aye)
i get so high i be geekin’ (yuh)
yeah i sell a lot of dope (yuh)
and your b-tch give me throat (top)
blowin’ on that blunt smoke (tooka)
til a motherf-cker choke
make your b-tch wet like a squirtle (uh-huh)
styrofoam cups full of purple (leanin’)
these drugs got me geekin’ like urkel (aah)
if you run up on me i’mma hurt you (yuh)

[hook: smoke supreme]
i f-ck that b-tch in versace boxers (what)
i pop a xan and i pop a oxy (yuh)
i pop a tab and i pop a molly (uh-huh)
i get so high i can’t feel my body (i do)
yeah i sell a lot of dope (yuh)
and your b-tch give me throat (yuh)
blowin’ on that blunt smoke (uh-huh)
til a motherf-cker choke (yuh)
i f-ck that b-tch in versace boxers (what)
i pop a xan and i pop a oxy (yuh)
i pop a tab and i pop a molly (uh-huh)
i get so high i can’t feel my body (i do)
yeah i sell a lot of dope (yuh)
and your b-tch give me throat (yuh)
blowin’ on that blunt smoke (uh-huh)
til a motherf-cker choke (yuh)

[verse 2: aud thee prophecy]
chokin’, i’m chokin’, i’m chokin’
i hit your chick cause she open (open)
i only want her for the moment (d-mn)
in circulation be the potent (uh)
get it imported from out of cali (cali)
hit from the back, plus she tryna top me (top me)
bread i’m just stuffin’ inside my pockets (pockets)
stacks just be packed, ain’t no need for wallets (mm)
i get it, i got it, we wildin’ (wildin’)
i’m changing my chicks like they topics (topics)
she foreign it taste like she tropic (tropic)
just floatin’ from pills i be poppin’ (poppin’)
you packin’ the steel, why you lyin’ (lyin’)
you actin’ all real leave you cryin’ (cryin’)
go blatt in the field, ain’t no hidin’ (hidin’)
so can you hear me now like verizon (yuh)

- smoke supreme lyrics

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