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themusicnerdguy - smokin on junt lyrics

[intro: criminal mane & kilo g]
smokin’ on a junt with my n+ggas drinkin’ oe
(what does it take to be a successful female athlete?)
stop off, stop off at the liquor store, get your ‘yac, then we headed for the indo
(you know, you have to have the complete package)
smokin’ on a junt with my n+ggas drinkin’ oe
(you almost want to say that, well+)
stop off, stop off at the liquor store, get your ‘yac, then we headed for the indo
(d+mn, peggy)

[chorus: ty dolla $ign]
i’m tryna f+ck somethin’ right now
that lil ho she gettin’ smashed, she gettin’ aight now
hey, hoop chain bussin’ with lights down
shawty wanna tell the world, b+tch bite down

[verse 1: juicy j]
b+tch bite
you look thirsty, come here let me cool you down with all this ice
all this money i’m spending, you lying, you sayin’ i ain’t your type
shawty you know what i like, suck a n+gga d+ck on the flight
all these rappers in love with you, i’m tryna figure out whats the hype
meet me at my penthouse, we gon’ have a private party
if yo’ friends is ugly leave them b+tches in the lobby
girl that ass so fat, you must do situps and pilates
the way she got my stick up, man i swear she tryna rob me
[chorus: ty dolla $ign & playboi carti]
i’m tryna f+ck somethin’+ (ooh, ooh)
right now, hold up

[verse 2: playboi carti]
shawty wanna f+ck on me, i told her, “let’s go now”
dressed in all her fashion, she tryna show out
miami, bal harbour, before i tote, uh, ah
i’m on the g6 brackin’ sh+t with my pole, hah
all+black brabus truck, lookin’ like my soul just went out
all of my vibes is tens, gotta keep them close, they might jump out
we might go spin and spin, just clearin’ that ho before we cool out

[bridge: playboi carti]
shawty wanna f+ck? woah
i’ma let her hop on somethin’
shawty wanna f+ck? woah
i’ma let her hop on somethin’
i’ma let her f+ck, i’ma let her f+ck
i’ma let her f+ck, i’ma let her f+ck on somethin’
[verse 3: kanye west]
three gang leaders with me all times
i don’t know who i f+cked last night, i got alzheimer’s
i don’t know who them hoes is, man, they all lyin’
brody, tell me who them hoes is, man, they all fine
huntin’ hooligans, and we with the foolishness
i just f+cked scooter’s b+tch and we ran her like olympics
got pregnant in the threesome, so whose baby is it?
(this ain’t columbine, but we came in with the trenches)
whose baby is it?
my n+ggas puttin’ belt to ass, pull up with the switches
this ain’t jimmy butler, but the heat got extensions
this ain’t columbine, but we came in with the trenches

- themusicnerdguy lyrics

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